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"I am so glad you have come, darling," says little Dorothy, taking off her hat, and laying it on a chair near her. Some one comes in with a lamp, and places it on a distant table, where its rays cannot distress the dying man. "Where is Mona?".
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The ready tears spring into Mona's eyes. She is more deeply, passionately grateful to him for this small speech than he will ever know.I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
"You are tired," says he, tenderly.
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"Perhaps that is what makes me so nice," retorts Miss Mona, saucily, the sense of fun still full upon her, making him a small grimace, and bestowing upon him a bewitching glance from under her long dark lashes, that lie like shadows on her cheeks. The bell stops, and a loud knock at the hall-door takes its place. Was ever sweeter sound heard anywhere? Mona draws her breath quickly, and then as though ashamed of herself goes on stoically with her task. Yet for all her stoicism her color comes and goes, and now she is pale, and now "celestial, rosy red, love's proper hue," and now a little smile comes up and irradiates her face. "I do not understand," she says, very proudly, throwing up her head with a charming gesture. "And, talking of forgetfulness, do you know what hour it is?" She sighs, then looks at the sky, and—sighs again..
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