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"The loose train of thy amber-drooping hair.","But why?" demands he, dense as men will be at times. Then, as she refuses to enlighten his ignorance, slowly the truth dawns upon him.,,In the night, together, in sleep, without pain, their shadows had departed to the Sandhills.,"If we hurry we must meet his car there, and can send him back into Bantry, and so save him.",Mona watches him from her window, as far as the curve in the avenue will permit, and, having received and returned his farewell wave of the hand, sits down, and taking out her handkerchief, indulges in a good cry.,In the house of Rodney there is mourning and woe. Horror has fallen upon it, and something that touches on disgrace. Lady Rodney, leaning back in her chair with her scented handkerchief pressed close to her eyes, sobs aloud and refuses to be comforted.,With this she inclines her head, and without another word goes back by the way she has come.,"I—will—not," says Mona, brokenly.,"Go on, Noll," exclaims Dorothy, in her most encouraging tone. "Let Violet hear it. She will understand it.","Is it worth so much thought?" he says, bitterly. "It surely will not injure you fatally to lay your hand in mine for one instant.",Her infinite variety.".