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With a little touch of wilfulness, perhaps pride, she withdraws her hand.,"Be quite sure," returns she, smiling.,"Now, that is nastier," says Geoffrey; "unsay it.","Oh, yes, you must indeed," says the little enthusiast, brightening. "It is more than lovely. How I wish I could go with you!","Poor old soul!" says Sir Nicholas.,Looks as if lulled upon an angel's lap,Each bank and root of mossy tree is studded with pale primroses that gleam like stars when the morning rises to dim their lustre. My lady's straw-bed spreads its white carpet here and there; the faint twitter of birds is in the air, with "liquid lapse of murmuring streams;" every leaf seems bursting into life, the air is keen but soft, the clouds rest lightly on a ground of spotless blue; the world is awake, and mad with youthful glee as,"Don't be long," he says, impulsively, as she disappears down a passage.,"It is late," he says. "You should be at home, child. Who am I, that you should do me so great a service?" Then, turning quietly to Rodney, "I have not the pleasure of your acquaintance, sir," he says, gravely; "but I entreat you to take Miss Scully safely back to the Farm without delay.",It is quite half-past six; and though there is no light in the room, save the glorious flames given forth by the pine logs that lie on the top of the coals, still one can see that the occupants of the apartment are dressed for dinner.,Then he turns to Mona.,"I'm here," she cries, in the glad happy tones that have been ringing their changes in his heart all day..