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At this appalling speech Geoffrey's calculations fall through, and he gives himself up to undisguised mirth.,"We were talking of love, I think," says Rodney, innocently, as though the tender passion as subsisting between the opposite sexes had been the subject of the conversation.,That wandering shrine of soft yet icy flame,,"You can hardly mean that?" says Mona, with some surprise.,From the hills the scent of the heather is wafted towards him, filling him with a subtle keen sense of youth and gladness and the absolute joy of living. His good dog is at his heels; a boy—procured from some neighboring cabin, and warranted not to wear out, however long the journey to be undertaken or how many miles to travel—carries his bag beside him.,Yet in this he spoke the truth, echoing Spenser (though unconsciously), where he says,——,There is triumph in her eye, and a malicious sparkle, and just a touch of rebellion.,"Ah," replied the man, "I have come to you for help. Pity me. Because of what that girl said to me, I am looking for the Sun. I wish to ask him for her.","'My love in her attire doth show her wit;,"Well, neither should I!" says Mrs. Geoffrey, with conviction. "I should perfectly have hated it. But I should never have forgiven myself if he had gone away with the will.","I don't care what you have said," interrupts Mona, quickly. She has her arms round Lady Rodney's waist by this time, and is regarding her beseechingly.,CHAPTER XXVII..