"My dear child, don't talk like that," he says, nervously: "you're done up, you know. Come to bed.",
"I remember it; and I remember, too, who watched all that: do you?" he asks, his eyes fixed upon hers.,
"Oh, no, don't," says Mona, earnestly. Then she stops short, and blushes a faint sweet crimson..
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