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"Mona, it is not—it cannot be—but is it?" asks he incoherently. All these evidences of affection Violet notices in a dreamy, far-off fashion: she is the happier because of them; yet she only appreciates them languidly, being filled with one absorbing thought, that dulls all others. She accepts the chair, the compliment, and the tea with grace, but with somewhat vague gratitude. "Is that all?" says Violet, in a tone of surprise certainly, but as certainly in one of relief..
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When they reached the river the old man said, "This is the place to stand and shoot. I will go down and drive them out." "Away from me," returns he, with some emotion, tightening his clasp around her. An hour later, coming out of it again, feeling harassed and anxious, he finds Dorothy walking restlessly up and down the corridor outside, as though listening for some sound she pines to hear. Her pretty face, usually so bright and debonnaire, is pale and sad. Her lips are trembling. "I think the days are lengthening," says Violet, quietly, defending Mona unconsciously, and almost without knowing why. Yet in her heart—against her will as it were—she is making room for this Irish girl, who, with her great appealing eyes and tender ways, is not to be resisted..
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