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"Oh, no; only a country dance," says Mona, blushing. "Eh?" says Geoffrey, rather taken back. "Cold" and "proud" he cannot deny, even to himself, are words that suit his mother rather more than otherwise. "Is that all?" says Violet, in a tone of surprise certainly, but as certainly in one of relief..
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