"Oh, no," says Mona, shocked at this interpretation of her manner. "I did not mean all that; only I really did not require it; at least"—truthfully—"not much. And, besides, a song is not like a gold chain; and you are quite different from them; and besides, again,"—growing slightly confused, yet with a last remnant of courage,—"there is no reason why you should give me anything. Shall I"—hurriedly—"sing something else for you?"
color-trading-game, She opens the door, and runs almost into Mona's arms, who is evidently searching for her everywhere.
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color-trading-game "You are wrong," says Mona, coldly. "They seldom trouble themselves to speak of you at all." This is crueller than she knows..
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