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"Oh, I don't know: that was a mere figure of speech," says Mr. Rodney, who is afraid to say such absences are caused by an innate love of freedom and a vile desire for liberty at any cost, and has nothing else handy. "Now don't stay moping up here when I go, but run downstairs and find the girls and make yourself happy with them." "He was the Duke of Lauderdale," says Mona, simply. "Here is his card." "Not even to me?" with a sardonic laugh..
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It is an hour later. Afternoon draws towards evening, yet one scarcely feels the change. It is sultry, drowsy, warm, and full of a "slow luxurious calm." "By your grandfather!" corrects Mona, in a peculiar tone. The grass is still brown, the trees barren, no ambitious floweret thrusts its head above the bosom of its mother earth,—except, indeed, those "floures white and rede, such as men callen daisies," that always seem to beam upon the world, no matter how the wind blows. "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.".
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