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"Because"—the smile has died away now, and she is looking down upon him, as he lies stretched at her feet in the uncertain moonlight, with an expression sad but earnest,—"because, though I am only a farmer's niece, I cannot bear farmers, and, of course, other people would not care for me.","He has stolen the will. Taken it away. That paper you hold must have fallen from him, and contains the directions about finding the right panel. Ah! what shall we do now?",Still evening on, and twilight gray,"Yes; but you have been crying, darling! What has happened?",She pauses. But for the absurdity of the thing, Mr. Rodney would swear there is hope in her tone.,But before they reach the hall door Geoffrey feels it his duty to bestow upon them a word or two of warning.,Then there is another pause, rather longer than the last, Lady Rodney trifles with the fan in a somewhat excited fashion, and Geoffrey gazes, man-like, at his boots. At last his mother breaks the silence.,Is scorned abroad, and lives on tricks at home?","That night at Chetwoode you made use of some words that I have never forgotten since.",She opens the door, and runs almost into Mona's arms, who is evidently searching for her everywhere.,"What a silly boy you are, Geoff!" says his wife, laughing.,"Yes,—so far," returns she, coldly..