"You, Ryan?" says Mona, with an attempt at unconcern, but her tone is absolutely frozen with fear.,
Up the stairs she takes her and into her own room, without saying a word. Then she carefully turns the key in the door, and, placing Mona in a large and cosey arm-chair, stands opposite to her, and thus begins,—,
Mona starts violently, and draws back; shame and indignation cover her. Her breath comes in little gasps..
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