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"Take courage, my brother," said the bear. "Keep up a strong heart, for I will help you, and you shall have life.","I don't know, I'm sure. I have never thought about it. Did I cry, Geoffrey, when——" hesitates Mrs. Geoffrey, with a laugh, and a faint sweet blush.,Only a little withered bunch of heather, tied by a blade of grass! Nothing more!,"Eh?" says Mrs. Geoffrey.,"I never heard such awful language," says Rodney. "To tell me to my face that you hate me. Oh, Miss Mona! How have I merited such a speech?",and so on.,"That is a pretty verse," she says, quietly. "But I do not know the poem. I should like to read it.","Oh," he thought, "she has gone to get wood or water," and he sat down again. But when night came he went out of the lodge and asked the people about her. No one had seen her. He looked all through the camp, but could not find her. Then he knew that the Thunder had taken her away, and he went out on the hills and mourned. All night he sat there, trying to think what he might do to get back his wife.,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.,For many days he went on. He crossed great prairies and followed up timbered rivers, and crossed the mountains. Every day his sack of food grew lighter, but as he went along he looked for berries and roots, and sometimes he killed an animal. These things gave him food.,"If you are going to preach to me on that subject, of course I have nothing more to say. But I wish you would come with me to the Nugents.","Oh, Mona, will you always love me as you do now?".