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When they stood outside the Raven asked, "Is the home of your people far?",At this they both laugh heartily, and Mona returns no more to the lachrymose mood that has possessed her for the last five minutes.,"What has he done that he should be excluded?" demands Nicholas, a little excitedly. "If he can prove a first right to claim this property, is that a crime? He is our cousin: why should we be the only people in the whole countryside to treat him with contempt? He has committed no violation of the law, no vile sin has been laid to his charge beyond this fatal one of wanting his own—and—and——","Honestly, I do.","Come in for a little while and rest yourself," says Mona, hospitably, "while I get the brandy and send it up to poor Kitty.","Well, I confess that puzzles me," says Mona, knitting her straight brows and scanning the small lady before her with earnest eyes, who is surrounded by at least a dozen men, with all of whom she is conversing without any apparent effort. "I really think she is the smallest woman I ever saw. Why, I am only medium height, but surely I could make two of her. At least I have more figure, or form, as you call it, than she has.",But Mona will not be entreated; sweetly, but firmly, she declines to alter the sobriquet given her so long ago now. With much gentleness she tells Lady Rodney that she loves the name; that it is dearer to her than any other could ever be; that to be Mrs. Geoffrey is the utmost height of her very heighest ambition; and to change it now would only cause her pain and a vague sense of loss.,Then some one puts on her again the coat she had taken off such a short time since, and some one else puts on her sealskin cap and twists her black lace round her white throat, and then she turns to go on her sad mission. All their joy is turned to mourning, their laughter to tears.,"Well, belief, however strong, goes a short way sometimes. An uncommon short way with us.","Are you sure?"—with cold severity. "It is only two days ago since you told me you loved nothing better than an easy-chair.",This is fortunate. Every one feels that Nicholas is not only clever, but singularly lucky.,He also broke off pieces of stone, and fixed them in a handle, and told them that when they killed the buffalo they should cut up the flesh with these stone knives..