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"Shot himself! How?" she says, hoarsely, her bosom rising and falling tumultuously. "Jenkins, answer me.","You didn't get possession of it in that way?" asks he, seizing her hands and trying to read her face.,"You've been reading novels," says Rodney, contemptuously.,For all this Lady Rodney is devoutly thankful. She is glad of the girl's absence. She has no desire to exhibit her, prejudice making Mona's few defects to look monstrous in her eyes. Yet these same defects might perhaps be counted on the fingers of one hand.,"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.",Seeing brandy, on a table near, she pours a little into a glass with a shaking hand, and passing her arm beneath his neck, holds it to his parched lips.,"Yes, yes; I promise for him," says Dr. Bland. "In fact, I have something to say to your husband that must be told at once.","Perhaps you may not know it," says he, "but you are simply perfection!","Not clever," says Mona. "If I were clever I should not take for granted—as I always do—that what people say they must mean. I myself could not wear a double face.","Then I will sing you a song I was sent last week," says Mona, and forthwith sings him "Years Ago," mournfully, pathetically, and with all her soul, as it should be sung. Then she gives him "London Bridge," and then "Rose-Marie," and then she takes her fingers from the piano and looks at him with a fond hope that he will see fit to praise her work.,"What has he done?" asks Geoffrey, somewhat bewildered and greatly distressed at her apparent grief.,"Come," he says, gently..