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"Then you have something on your mind. You have not been your usual perfect self all the morning." "If she presses refreshments on you, Mona, say, 'No, thank you,' without hesitation," says Geoffrey, with anxious haste, seeing they are drawing near their journey's end. "Because if you don't she will compel you to partake of metheglin and unleavened bread, which means sudden death. Forewarned is forearmed. Nolly and I have done what we can for you." "Tell us, Jenkins," says Nicholas, hastily..
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