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For the first time she stoops forward and presses her lips to Mona's warmly, graciously. Then she leaves her, and, having told her maid to take the rose-water to Mrs. Rodney, goes downstairs again to the drawing-room. I am sure at even this supreme moment it never enters Mona's brain that the man is actually making love to her. A deep pity for him fills her mind. He is unhappy, justly so, no doubt, but yet unhappy. A sure passport to her heart. "Blue roll the waters, blue the sky.
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Then she knows she is speaking to "the Australian," (as she has heard him called), and, lifting her head, examines his face with renewed interest. Not a pleasant face by any means, yet not altogether bad, as she tells herself in the generosity of her heart. "It was for you," she says, hanging her head. "I thought if I could do something to make you happier, you might learn to love me a little!" Her face betrays more than she knows. For a brief instant the Australian's eyes flash fire; then he lowers his lids, and laughs quite easily..
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