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This is tough work, and takes her all her time, as Mrs. Carson, having made up her mind to the beads, accepts it rather badly being undeceived, and goes nearly so far as telling Mona that she knows little or nothing about her own people. "Neither." "A great deal. I should. I have heard of almost nothing else since my arrival in England," replies he, slowly..
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