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Far from being disconcerted, this farmyard goddess is not even ashamed (as indeed how could she be?) of her naked arms, and, coming up to him, rests them upon the upper rung of the entrance-gate and surveys him calmly if kindly. Geoffrey, with his gun upon his shoulder, trudges steadily onward rejoicing in the freshness of the morning air. "It was true," says Mona: "I was writing letters for Geoffrey.".
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"Neither could I," puts in Geoffrey. "But it was hard on you, my darling." "And now a last word, Mona. When you come down to dinner to-night (and take care you are a little late), be gay, merry, wild with spirits, anything but depressed, whatever it may cost you. And if in the drawing-room, later on, Lady Rodney should chance to drop her handkerchief, or that eternal knitting, do not stoop to pick it up. If her spectacles are on a distant table, forget to see them. A nature such as hers could not understand a nature such as yours. The more anxious you may seem to please, the more determined she will be not to be pleased." At this Mona breaks into a sweet but ringing laugh, that makes Lady Rodney (who is growing sleepy, and, therefore, irritable) turn, and fix upon her a cold, reproving glance. "To England!" she repeats, with a most mournful attempt at unconcern, "Will—will that be soon?".
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