She winds her arms, around him, seeing he is still determined to go, and, throwing back her head, looks into his face.,
"Mr. Maxwell! Mr. Maxwell!" cries Mona, as he approaches them; and the heavy man, drawing up, looks round at her with keen surprise, bending his head a little forward, as though the better to pierce the gloom.,
Thus Doatie, looking preternaturally wise, but faintly puzzled at her own view of the question..
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