There is no vehement applause as Mona takes her fingers from the keys, but every one says, "Thank you," in a low tone. Geoffrey, going up to her, leans over her chair and whispers, with some agitation,—,
Silence. Mona taps the mound beside her with impatient fingers, her mind being evidently great with thought.,
"Oh, if I could be quite, quite sure you would never regret it!" says Mona, wistfully..
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