"You, Ryan?" says Mona, with an attempt at unconcern, but her tone is absolutely frozen with fear.,
Mona, though still angered, is yet somewhat softened by this speech, as might any woman. Her color fades again, and heavy tears, rising rapidly, quench the fire that only a moment since made her large eyes dark and passionate.,
She lays her hand upon her heart, as though she would say, "The wound lies here," and once more turns to the door..
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