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"Yes, you, and every other man," says Mona, smiling, and raising her loving eyes to her husband. "Now let us talk no more nonsense," says Rodney, tenderly. "We belong to each other, and always shall, and that is the solution of the whole matter." He lays his hands lightly on her arm, yet his touch seems to burn through her gown into her very flesh. He stoops towards her..
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"You are wrong," says Mona, coldly. "They seldom trouble themselves to speak of you at all." This is crueller than she knows. "I have disappointed you," she says, tremulously, tears rising quickly. "I am a failure! I am not like the others." At last, one day, Old Man decided that he would make a woman and a child, and he modelled some clay in human shape, and after he had made these shapes and put them on the ground, he said to the clay, "You shall be people." He spread his robe over the clay figures and went away. The next morning he went back to the place and lifted up the robe, and saw that the clay shapes had changed a little. When he looked at them the next morning, they had changed still more; and when on the fourth day he went to the place and took off the covering, he said to the images, "Stand up and walk," and they did so. They walked down to the river with him who had made them, and he told them his name. "No, no. She will stay," says Geoffrey, hurriedly: "I only want to tell you, my dear fellow, how grieved I am for you, and how gladly I would undo many things—if I could.".
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