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"I won't hear of it!" says Mona, interrupting him vehemently. "You would have to go up that road again," with a strong shudder. "I shall not go indoors until you give me your honor you will stay in the village to-night.","Are you going no farther?" asks Rodney, hoping sincerely she will say "No." She does say it.,When the old man has gone, Mona goes quietly up to her lover, and, laying her hand upon his arm,—a hand that seems by some miraculous means to have grown whiter of late,—says, gratefully,—,"Morn, in the white wake of the morning star,,"I didn't give them their supper yet, miss; an' it's very bad for the young ones to be left starvin'. It's on me mind, miss, so that I can't even enjoy me pipe, and it's fresh baccy I have an' all, an' it might as well be dust for what comfort I get from it. Them pigs is callin' for me now like Christians: I can a'most hear them.","Yes, I do," says Mona, truthfully. "Just now, at least. Perhaps"—sadly—"when I am your age I sha'n't.","Where?" asks Doatie, eagerly.,"Better give up the Irish plan, dear, and come with Nichols and me to the Nugents. They are easy-going people, and will suit you.","I suppose so," says Mona lifting her brows.,"Fancy a turkey ghost," says Mona. "How ugly it would be. It would have all its feathers off, of course.","Oh, it is dreadfully late!" says Mona, with much compunction. "Come, let us hurry.","What do you mean, Geoffrey?" demands his mother, with suppressed indignation..