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THE CAMP OF THE GHOSTS,"I think she is the loveliest woman I ever saw," returns Miss Mansergh, quietly, without enthusiasm, but with decision. If cold, she is just, and above the pettiness of disliking a woman because she may be counted more worthy of admiration than herself.,"I have nothing to do with you. Go your ways. It is with him I have to settle," says the man, morosely.,As he makes this last extraordinary remark he looks over his left shoulder, as though fearful of being overheard.,"Quite sure," returns her future mother-in law, grimly. "I never speak, Dorothy, without foundation for what I say.","Oh, do not open that—do not!" says Mona, hastily, in an agony of fear, to judge by her eyes, laying a deterring hand upon his arm.,"Better not remember it," says Violet, but she smiles as she calls to mind Jack's apt quotation.,"Then, thank you, Mrs. Corcoran, I will have a potato," says Rodney, gratefully, honest hunger and the knowledge that it will please Mona to be friendly with "her people," as she calls them, urging him on. "I'm as hungry as I can be," he says.,"If he claims my wife for another dance, I'll——" begins Geoffrey.,"I have only one thought," says the woman, sullenly, "I can't betther it. An' that is, that it was a bitther day when first I saw the light.","Now, hurry, Bridget," says Mona's low soft voice,—that "excellent thing in woman." "Don't be any time. Just give that to Kitty, and say one prayer, and be back in ten minutes.","In that I spoke the truth," says Mr. Rodney, with a shameless laugh, "because it was an uncle who left me some money.".