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"A pretty name, too.","Perhaps it will all come right at last. Oh! if some kind good fairy would but come to our aid and help us to confound our enemies!","Mona, it has all been too much for you," exclaims he, with deep concern.,"Perhaps you do," she says, sadly. "And I, too,—you know how dear you all are to me; and it is just that that makes my heart so sore. But it is too late to warn. The time is past when words might have availed.","I will tell him," says Mona.,"You don't understand this people as I do. I tell you he will never forgive his downfall the other night, or the thought that he is in your power.",quotes Geoffrey, lightly, "Are not these three reasons sufficient? If not, I could tell you a score of others. I may bring her down to see you?","I don't know myself. I wandered in a desultory fashion through the wood on leaving you, not caring to return home just then, and I was thinking of—of you, of course—when I stumbled against something (they tell me it was a gnarled root that had thrust itself above ground), and then there was a report, and a sharp pang; and that was all. I remember nothing. The gamekeeper found me a few minutes later, and had me brought here.","Why make a fool of me?" the poor man asked. "My heart is sad. I am crying." He covered his head with his robe and wept.,"Lucky he," says Nolly, fervently, "to know there is somebody who longs for his return when he is abroad; to feel that there are eyes that will mark his coming, and look brighter when he comes, and all that sort of thing. Nobody ever cares about my coming," says Mr. Darling, with deep regret, "except to lament it.","That is a pretty verse," she says, quietly. "But I do not know the poem. I should like to read it.","But why?" says Mona..