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"Well, you didn't," says Mona. "Are you engaged to her?" Perhaps Longfellow has more cleverly—and certainly more tenderly—than any other poet described the earlier approaches of the god of Love, when he says,— The little pathetic insinuation is as perfect as it is touching..
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"I never saw the easy-chair I could compare with this," he says, as though to himself, his voice full of truth. Stooping, he presses his lips to her hand for the first time. The caress is long and fervent. "What have I said?" she asks, half plaintively. "You laugh, yet I did not mean to be funny. Tell me what I said." "Nay, you can say all that on your way back, an' get a half-shot into the bargain," says old Scully, heartily. "You'll hardly beat the potheen I can give ye." He winks knowingly, pats Rodney kindly on the shoulder, and leads the way out of the house. Yet I think Geoffrey would willingly have bartered potheen, partridge, and a good deal more, for just one last glance at Mona's beautiful face before parting. Cheered, however, by the prospect that he may see her before night falls, he follows the farmer into the open air..
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