When Mrs. Montague entered her room, an hour after Mona went up
stairs, there was a deep frown upon her brow. She found Mona
arrayed in a pretty white wrapper, and sitting before the glowing
grate reading a new book, while she waited for her. "What are you
sitting up for, and arrayed in that style?" she ungraciously
demanded.
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