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"What is it you would say?" exclaims Mona, threatingly, turning towards him a lovely face she vainly tries to clothe with anger.,"Such presumption, walking in our wood without permission," she says, haughtily.,He hesitates. He is tired, and hungry too; there is no denying. Even as he hesitates, a girl coming out to the door-step puts her hand over her eyes, and shouts pleasantly from afar to her mistress,—,"Yes, long ago," says Geoffrey, with animation. "Quite an hour ago.",At this his dark face flames, and his eyes instinctively, yet almost against his will, seek hers.,"In the wood?","My bow is broken. I cannot," said Broken Bow sadly.,"Why should you bear malice to any one?" says Mona uneasily.,Fisher said to him, "I have been waiting a long time, and I was afraid that something bad had happened to you.","No one can say we are not in time," says Jack, gayly. "It is exactly"—examining closely the ormolu-clock upon the mantelpiece—"one hour before we can reasonably expect dinner.","Don't throw me over that blue envelope, Nick," says Nolly: "I don't seem to care about it. I know it, I think it seems familiar. You may have it, with my love. Mrs. Geoffrey, be so good as to tear it in two.","Yes,—so far," returns she, coldly..