"While you still lived? While I might be of some use to you? No!" says Mona, her eyes gleaming. "To myself I said, there will be time enough for that later on." Then, with a little dry sob, "There will be time to die later on.",
Then Mona, opening the door indicated to her by the doctor, goes into the chamber beyond, and is lost to their view for some time.,
He drops his eyes, and the low, sneering laugh she has learned to know and to hate so much comes again to his lips..
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