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"I wish I could have seen it better," returns Violet, "but, you see, I was playing.","It doesn't matter in the least what any one thinks on this subject," says Nicholas, with a slight frown, "I shall esteem it a very great honor if you will call me by my Christian name. And besides, Mona, I want you to try to care for me,—to love me, as I am your brother.",She sighs, then looks at the sky, and—sighs again.,"And mine is Mona Scully," returns she, with the smile that seems part of her lips, and which already has engraven itself on Mr. Rodney's heart. "Now, I suppose, we know each other.","Heaven," repeats he, with a sigh. "I have forgotten to think of heaven.","It is quite an old story," goes on Nolly.,Mona, sinking languidly into a chair, turns the note over and over between her fingers, whilst wondering in a disjointed fashion as to whom it can be from. She guesses vaguely at the writer of it, as people will when they know a touch of the hand and a single glance can solve the mystery.,"Come," he said, taking hold of her arm.,"No, she didn't," interposes he, lightly. "She never funked it for a moment: she's got any amount of pluck. He didn't exactly press it against her forehead, you know; but," airily, "it is all the same thing.","Sure you know I'd tell you if there was anything to tell," replies she, evasively.,"It is terrible, terrible," says Mona, piteously sinking on her knees beside the bed. One of his hands is lying outside the coverlet, and, with a gesture full of tender regret, she lays her own upon it.,Now from the fire again arose the smell of roasting meat. The children ate and played. Those who so long had been silent now talked and laughed..