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"That is a pretty verse," she says, quietly. "But I do not know the poem. I should like to read it." "Have you any sisters?" he asks, vaguely. "You never saw an angel, so you can't say," says Mona, still sadly severe. "And I am unhappy. How will your mother, Mrs. Rodney, like your marrying me, when you might marry so many other people,—that Miss Mansergh, for instance?".
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"Yes; I can understand you," said Mona, softly, "for I too was miserable." It was a very hot day. All the lodge skins were raised and the people sat in the shade. There was a chief, a very generous man, who all day long was calling out for feasts, and people kept coming to his lodge to eat and smoke with him. Early in the morning this chief saw sitting on a butte near by a person close-wrapped in his robe. All day long this person sat there and did not move. When it was almost night the chief said, "That person has sat there all day in the strong heat, and he has not eaten nor drunk. Perhaps he is a stranger. Go and ask him to come to my lodge." "It is a point in her favor nevertheless," says Jack, who is again looking over his shoulder at the letter. "She must be harder-hearted than I think her, if she can resist you," he says, fondly..
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