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"In the National Gallery, do you mean?" asks Mona, with a pretty, puzzled frown on her brow. "Oh, no, Geoffrey; I shouldn't like that at all. To be stared at by everybody,—it wouldn't be nice, would it?",Again she pauses, and one of the men, shuffling his feet nervously, and with his eyes bent upon the floor, says, in a husky tone,—,"I wish I could have seen it better," returns Violet, "but, you see, I was playing.",Seeing brandy, on a table near, she pours a little into a glass with a shaking hand, and passing her arm beneath his neck, holds it to his parched lips.,"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 think, sir, after that you may consider yourself flattened," says Geoffrey, with a laugh.,"Shall I write to her?" asks Mona, gently. "Say what you wish done.","Eh?" says Lady Rodney, rousing from a day-dream. "I don't know, I'm sure; but I'll see about it; I'll make inquiries.","Daisies pied, and violets blue,,Fisher said, "No; I see nothing except buffalo," for he was looking across the river to the other side, and not down into the water.,Mona, turning not to Nicholas or to Doatie or to Geoffrey but to Lady Rodney, throws the paper into her lap.,"Because, of course, you will, you must. Your world is not mine.".