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Mona starts violently, and draws back; shame and indignation cover her. Her breath comes in little gasps. "When I bring you to my home," says Geoffrey, "I shall have you painted just in that gown, and with a spinning-wheel before you; and it shall be hung in the gallery among the other—very inferior—beauties." "Well, belief, however strong, goes a short way sometimes. An uncommon short way with us.".
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