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"It is here," says Mona, rather pleased at his remembering this promise of hers, and, going to a desk, proceeds to open a secret drawer, in which lies the picture in question. "You say well," he replied; "I give those women to the punishing society. They know what to do." "'Him'?—whom?"—demands her husband, with pardonable vivacity..
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