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"I shall like that very much," Mona had returned, innocently, not dreaming of the ordeal that awaited her,—because in such cases even the very best men will be deceitful, and Geoffrey had rather led her to believe that his mother would be charmed with her, and that she was most pleased than otherwise at their marriage. "Ah!" says Mona, springing to her feet, and turning to the door, as though to summon aid; but he stops her by a gesture. "I—will—not," says Mona, brokenly..
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