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"Do not take her away yet,—not yet," he says, in a faint whisper.,"Some of them; not all. I know a considerable few who dress so little that they might as well leave it alone.",The description is graphic, certainly.,She says this steadily, and very proudly, with her head held high, but without looking at him; which permits Geoffrey to gaze at her exhaustively. There is an unconscious meaning in her words, quite clear to him. She is of "the people," he of a class that looks but coldly upon hers. A mighty river, called Caste, rolls between them, dividing him from her. But shall it? Some hazy thought like this floats through his brain. They walk on silently, scarcely exchanging a syllable one with the other, until they come within sight of a small thatched house built at the side of the road. It has a manure-heap just in front of it, and a filthy pool to its left, in which an ancient sow is wallowing, whilst grunting harmoniously.,"And who allowed you to risk your life like that?" asks the duke, with simple amazement. His sister before she married was not permitted to cross the threshold without a guardian at her side. This girl is a revelation.,"Do," says the duchess.,Lady Rodney holds out her hand, and Mona lays hers within it.,"I don't think I shall," says Geoffrey, in a low tone.,"Go back once more," said the young man, "and tell Three Bulls to send me that young woman.","Who got me out of the water?" asks he, lazily, pretending (hypocrite that he is) to be still overpowered with weakness. "And when did you come?","Very.",That sinks again to silence..