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"That isn't her name at all," says Geoffrey. "My father was a baronet, you know: she is Lady Rodney." "Well?" says Sir Nicholas, as a deadly silence continues for some time after their departure, "what do you think of her?" "It is Mr. Moore's retriever!" cries Mona, hurriedly, in a startled tone. "I must run. Down, Fan! down! Oh, if he catches me here, in this dress, what will he think? Quick, Geoffrey, give me my shawl!".
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