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CHAPTER VIII. "I have heard of you," says Mona, quietly. Then, pointing towards that part of the wood whither he would go, she says, coldly, "I regret I cannot tell you where this path leads to. Good-morning." "No, no," she answered, trying to pull herself away..
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Castles within the fire grow grand and tall, and then crumble into dust; castles in Mona's brain fare likewise. The shadows dance upon the walls; silently imperceptibly, the minutes flit away. "I don't understand you," says Geoffrey, still rather hotly. Here Mona and Dorothy grow suddenly deeply interested, and lean forward. "Do you like it?" she asks, gently, bringing her gaze back from the glowing heavens, to the earth, which is even more beautiful..
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