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"I have a great mind to say something uncivil to you, if only to punish you for your coldness," says Geoffrey, lightly, cheered by her evident sincerity. "But I shall refrain, lest a second quarrel be the result, and I have endured so much during these past few hours that,"Away from me," returns he, with some emotion, tightening his clasp around her.,"Waked by the circling hours, with rosy hand,Nolly regards her mournfully.,"Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale,And love but her forever;,Lady Rodney, rising hurriedly, sails with offended dignity from the room.,"Oh, I dare say," Nicholas, ironically. "You get out!",There is a strange hush and silence everywhere. The very clouds are motionless in their distant homes.,'Meanwhile, apart, in the twilight gloom of a window's embrasure,Sir Nicholas, just moving his glass from one eye to the other, says "Good evening" to him, bending his head courteously, nay, very civilly, though without a touch, or suspicion of friendliness. He does not put out his hand, however, and Paul Rodney, having acknowledged his salutation by a bow colder and infinitely more distant than his own, turns to Mona.,"Is that all?" says Mona, with quick contempt, seeing him pause. "Why, there is nothing in that! I pinned a flower into your coat only yesterday.".