"That's me," says Mona, glancing at him archly from under her long lashes.
Chip Spin, To her it is always as though he is devoid of name. It is always "he" and "his" and "him," all through, as though no other man existed upon earth.
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Chip Spin It is a light, not of stars or of moonbeams, but of a bona fide lamp, and as such is hailed by Mona, with joy. Evidently the thoughtful Jenkins has left it lighted there for Geoffrey's benefit when he returns. And very thoughtful, too, it is of him..
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