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The door at the farthest end of the room has been opened, and two people who are as yet invisible stand upon the threshold, too surprised to advance, too enthralled, indeed, by the sight before them to do so.,"It looks like the production of a lunatic,—a very dangerous lunatic,—an habitue of Colney Hatch," muses Geoffrey, who is growing more and more puzzled with the paper's contents the oftener he reads it.,Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.","You insult me," says Dorothy, growing even whiter than she was before, "when you speak to me of—of——",Another pause. Mona is on thorns. Will the branching path, that may give her a chance of escaping a further tete-a-tete with him, never be reached?,And so matters stood when Mona came to the Towers.,"How dare you find a defect in my appearance?" says Mona, with her old gay laugh. "You compel me to retaliate. Just look at yourself. Did you ever see such a regular pickle as you are?",I would not spend another such a night,"But you have no piano?",Violet has gone to the stables to bestow upon her bonny brown mare her usual morning offering of bread; Jack, of course, has gone with her.,His breath grows fainter, his eyelids close.,"Poor Mona!" says Geoffrey; "don't tell her about it, as remorse may sadden her.".