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"Ai," replied Mā-mĭn´, "I do love you; only you. All the other young men pass before me as shadows. I scarcely see them, but I cannot do what you ask. I cannot go away and leave my mother to mourn; she who loves me so well. Let us wait a little. Go to war. Do something great and brave. Then perhaps you will not uselessly ask my father to give me to you.",It is the 20th of February; already winter is dying out of mind, and little flowers are springing everywhere.,"My bow is broken. I cannot," said Broken Bow sadly.,"Ah," said the old woman, "has our son-in-law been generous and given us something nice to eat?",Nothing but that.","I have come," she says, simply, feeling herself growing pale, yet quite self-possessed, and strong in a determination not to offer him her hand.,"Well, but is that altogether a falsehood? Pigs and smoke and live fowls and babies are, I am convinced, good things in their own way and when well at a distance. But, under the roof with one and in an apartment a few feet square, I don't think I seem to care about them, and I'm sure they can't tend towards cleanliness.","Waiting—for what? Is it to shoot him?" asks the girl, breathlessly.,"You are wrong: I am quite well," says Mona, smiling, and rousing herself.,Whenever these lines come to me I think of Mona.,Mona is watching him intently.,At this Mona laughs unrestrainedly; and Lady Rodney, rising hurriedly, says,—.