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"We were talking of love, I think," says Rodney, innocently, as though the tender passion as subsisting between the opposite sexes had been the subject of the conversation. "Yes," says Mona, devoutly hoping he is going to say he means to refuse it. But such devout hope is wasted. "I have come," she says, simply, feeling herself growing pale, yet quite self-possessed, and strong in a determination not to offer him her hand..
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She flushes, opens her lips as if to speak, and yet is dumb,—perhaps through excess of emotion. CHAPTER XXXIV. So determined is her aspect that Geoffrey shows the white feather, and, crying "mea culpa," beats a hasty retreat. It is a very curious little room they enter,—yet pretty, withal, and suggestive of care and affection, and certainly not one to be laughed at. Each object that meets the view seems replete with pleasurable memory,—seems part of its gentle mistress. There are two windows, small, and with diamond panes like the parlor, and in the far end is a piano. There are books, and some ornaments, and a huge bowl of sweetly-smelling flowers on the centre-table, and a bracket or two against the walls. Some loose music is lying on a chair..
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