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Hame, hame to my ain countrie, "I was in your country, the other day," he says, pushing Mona's skirts a little to one side, and sinking on to the ottoman she has chosen as her own resting-place. "And a very nice country it is." "I don't like Mr. Boer," says Mona, "and it was not me he came to see.".
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The momentous Friday comes at last, and about noon Mona and Geoffrey start for the Towers. They are not, perhaps, in the exuberant spirits that should be theirs, considering they are going to spend their Christmas in the bosom of their family,—at all events, of Geoffrey's family which naturally for the future she must acknowledge as hers. They are indeed not only silent, but desponding, and as they get out of the train at Greatham and enter the carriage sent by Sir Nicholas to meet them their hearts sink nearly into their boots, and for several minutes no words pass between them. "Oh, now, Mrs. Geoffrey, come—I say—how cruel yon can be!" "Think of it now, Paul,—now before it is too late," entreats she, piteously. "Try to pray: there is always mercy." There is a strange hush and silence everywhere. The very clouds are motionless in their distant homes..
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