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"We are none of us infallible," says Rodney, in a curious tone, and speaking as if with difficulty. "You see, even you erred. Though I am neither burglar nor blackguard, I, too enjoy a walk at midnight.","But I hope you were not left to spend your days with Terry?" says Mona, smiling.,"You dance, of course," says Lady Rodney, turning to Mona, a little ashamed, perhaps, of her late rudeness.,Geoffrey's arm slips from his wife's shoulders to her rounded waist.,"When you gain your point and find yourself master here, you will know you have made not only one, but many people miserable.",One day one of the women said to the other, "It is very lonely here; we have no one to talk with or to visit.",At home—in Sydney, I mean—the life was different. It was free, unfettered, and in a degree lawless. It suited me better.",The duchess, on the contrary, gives way to mirth, and, leaning back in her chair, laughs softly but with evident enjoyment. Mona contemplates her curiously, pensively.,Down from the cataract in the rocks above the water comes with a mighty will, foaming, glistening, shouting a loud triumphant paen as it flings itself into the arms of the vain brook beneath, that only yesterday-eve was a stream, but to-day may well be deemed a river.,This old woman had a kind heart. She made him moccasins—seven pairs; and gave him also a sack of food—pemican, dried meat, and back fat.,Lady Rodney regards him curiously, trying to read his downcast face. Has the foolish boy at last been brought to see a flaw in his idol of clay?,"'Bonnie Lesley:' the poet says of her what I think of you.".