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"So I thought," exclaims Mona, with a cheerful nod, that under other circumstances should be aggravating, so full of content it is. "At first I fea—I thought you were rich, but afterwards I guessed it was your brothers' ground you were shooting over. And Bridget told me, too. She said you could not be well off, you had so many brothers. But I like you all the better for that," says Mona, in a tone that actually savors of protection, slipping her little brown hand through his arm in a kindly, friendly, lovable fashion. Her confusion, however, and the fact that no one else is near, betrays the secret she fain would hide. The little pathetic insinuation is as perfect as it is touching. "But, as I said to Lady Rodney, suppose I haven't a headache," retorts Mona, triumphantly..