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"I don't think I understand you," she says, at length, gravely. "Where would the rest of her be, if she wasn't all in the same place?","I know that," says Geoffrey, "and the knowledge makes me more happy than I can say. But to Rome you shall go, whatever it may cost. And then we shall return to England to our own home. And then—little rebel that you are—you must begin to look upon yourself as an English subject, and accept the queen as your gracious sovereign.","Oh! hardly!" says Violet with a soft laugh and another blush. "How could you?","What a funny boy you are!" says Mona, with a little laugh.,Geoffrey happening to be present when this flattering remark is made, Violet turns to him and says impulsively,—,An old crone is sitting over a turf fire that glows and burns dimly in its subdued fashion. Hanging over it is a three-legged pot, in which boil the "praties" for the "boys'" dinners, who will be coming home presently from their work.,"Impossible is a word only to be found in the dictionary of fools. You are not a fool. This is a mere fad of yours and I think you hardly know why you are insisting on it.",He sighs, and looks straight into the lovely frightened eyes bending over him. Then the color comes with a sudden rush back into his cheeks as he tells himself she will look upon him as nothing less than a "poor creature" to lose consciousness and behave like a silly girl for so slight a cause. And something else he feels. Above and beyond everything is a sense of utter happiness, such as he has never known before, a thrill of rapture that has in it something of peace, and that comes from the touch of the little brown hand that rests so lightly on his head.,"A little," says Mona. It is perhaps the nearest approach to a falsehood she has ever made.,"Very," returns he, surprised. He has not thought of her as one versed in lore of any kind. "What poets do you prefer?","I am looking for the place where the Sun lives," replied Scarface. "I have been sent to speak with him.",This is a thunderbolt. They all start guiltily, and regard Mona with wonder. What is she going to say next?.