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"Very well: show him in here," says Mona, very distinctly, going on with the printing of her butter with a courage that deserves credit. There is acrimony in her tone, but laughter in her eyes. While acknowledging a faint soreness at her heart she is still amused at his prompt, and therefore flattering, subjection. CHAPTER XXXVII. "Is she by herself? Is there nobody living with her?" asks Mona, somewhat nervously. "I pity your wife," says Mona, almost severely..