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"I didn't make up the mare, miss, before comin' out wid ye," he says, mildly, telling this lie without a blush. CHAPTER XV. For what, after all, is love, but.
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A dead silence follows. Lady Rodney raises her head, scenting mischief in the air. It was in the boudoir they were sitting, and Violet was dressed in some soft gray dress that shone and turned into palest pearl as she moved. It was his mother's boudoir, the room she most affects, with its crimson and gray coloring and its artistic arrangements, that blend so harmoniously, and are so tremendously becoming to the complexion when the blinds are lowered. How pretty Mona would look in a gray and crimson room? how—— "You are certainly too strong for me," says Rodney, with a frown and a peculiar smile. His host going to the window when breakfast is at an end, Geoffrey follows him; and both look out upon the little garden before them that is so carefully and lovingly tended..
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