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After a little time she succeeds in partially lifting the cloud that has fallen on her brother. He has grown strangely fond of her, and finds comfort in her gentle eyes and sympathetic mouth. Like all the rest, he has gone down before Mona, and found a place for her in his heart. He is laughing at some merry absurdity of hers, and is feeling braver, more hopeful, when a little chill seems to pass over him, and, turning, he confronts a tall dark young man who has come leisurely—but with a purpose—to where he and Mona are standing.,Or cattle faintly lowing:,"Not a bit," replied Cold Maker. "We are very comfortable.","Now I hope you will feel less pain," she says, with modest triumph.,"Through the window. I was passing, and found it open." There is some note in his voice that might well be termed mocking.,"You have come," he says, with a quick sigh that be speaks relief. "I knew you would. I felt it; yet I feared. Oh, what comfort to see you again!","Except that my hair is rolled up, and is too dark, isn't it? I have read about her, and I once saw a picture of Marguerite in the Gallery in Dublin, and it was very beautiful. I remember it brought tears to my eyes, and Aunt Anastasia said I was too fanciful to be happy. Her story is a very sad one, isn't it?","I sha'n't mind it very much," says Mona, earnestly. "It will be after all, only one half hour out of my whole day.","Go on, Nolly," says Nicholas.,Unbars the gates of light,",Spreads like an ocean hung on high.","Thank you," says Geoffrey, a little dryly, accepting her words as they are said, not as he feels they are meant..