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She shakes her head. She is still wondering vaguely who he can be, when he breaks the silence. Mona obeys, feeling no shrinking from the kindly stout lady who is evidently bent on being "all things" to her. It does occur, perhaps, to her laughter-loving mind that there is a paucity of nose about the duchess, and a rather large amount of "too, too solid flesh;" but she smothers all such iniquitous reflections, and commences to talk with her gayly and naturally..
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"Where have you been, Mona?" he asks, quietly, gazing into the great honest liquid eyes raised so willingly to his own. "I should think it a long journey," says Mona, shaking her head. "From every blush that kindles in her cheeks, "Well," said the young man, "where is your piskun—where do you kill buffalo?".
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