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"At home," returns he. He is gazing out of the window, with his hands clasped behind his back, and does not pay so much attention to her words as is his wont. They are the Carsons, mustered in force, and, if anything, a trifle more noisy and oppressive than usual. "Do," says the duchess..
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"But," begins Mona, feebly, hardly sure of her blessed release. At this Mona, being a creature of impulse, grows once more pale and troubled. Just at this moment he is coming down through brake and furze, past tangling blackberry-bushes that are throwing out leaves of brilliant crimson and softest yellow, and over rustling leaves, towards the farm that holds his divinity. This is tough work, and takes her all her time, as Mrs. Carson, having made up her mind to the beads, accepts it rather badly being undeceived, and goes nearly so far as telling Mona that she knows little or nothing about her own people..
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