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"Like me? Oh, no," says Mrs. Geoffrey. "Some of them are really beautiful, like pictures. When I was staying with Aunt Anastasia—the Provost's wife, you remember—I saw a great many pretty people. I saw a great many students, too," says Mona, brightening, "and liked them very much. They liked me, too.","You speak like a lover," says Lady Rodney, with an artificial laugh. "Do you repeat all this to Dorothy? She must find it very interesting.",Anson got out of bed, his white legs gleaming in the yellow lamp-light as he tiptoed softly across to Billy's cot and lay down.,“That’s great!” said Steve Whitney. “Now go ahead and spin me the whole yarn.”,"Yep, an' everythin' else is jest like you said, too, only the red streaks have gone from above the trees now.",Billy shifted uneasily in his seat. He was sorry now that he had not paid closer attention to the reading of the lesson.,"What do you mean?","Dido!",“What is it?” asked Grandmother.,"To my forehead?" says Mona, puzzled; and then she glances at Geoffrey, remembering that this was one of the slight variations with which he adorned his tale.,"I should very much like to go," says Mona, gently, and with some eagerness. She has been sitting very quietly with her hands before her, hardly hearing what is passing around her,—lost, buried in thought.,Once again on the piazza Jerry said, “What is it?”.