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"Bah!" he says, impatiently, rising from the ground and turning away. Her answer has frozen him again, has dried up the momentary desire for her approbation above all others that only a minute ago had agitated his breast.,And the winter winds are wearily sighing;","One may choose to forget, but one may not be able to accomplish it. To forget or to remember is not in one's own power.","Yet I think Warden knows more than he cares to tell," says Mona, at a venture. Why, she herself hardly knows.,"Out? Oh, ever so much," says Mrs. Geoffrey.,"Well, really!" says Mona, mistaking him. She moves back with a heightened color, disengages her hands from his and frowns slightly.,"Anywhere you like. I'm sure we deserve some compensation for the awful sermon that curate gave us this morning.",But Mr. Rodney is determined to "have it out with her," as he himself would say, before consenting to fade away out of her sight.,"I hope you had your hat on," says Lady Rodney, presently, in a severe tone, meant to cover the defeat. She had once seen Mona with the crimson silk handkerchief on her head,—Irish fashion,—and had expressed her disapproval of all such uncivilized headdresses.,"I didn't give them their supper yet, miss; an' it's very bad for the young ones to be left starvin'. It's on me mind, miss, so that I can't even enjoy me pipe, and it's fresh baccy I have an' all, an' it might as well be dust for what comfort I get from it. Them pigs is callin' for me now like Christians: I can a'most hear them.",She pauses, catching her breath with a little sob.,"Give me one, Nolly," says Sir Nicholas, rousing from his reverie..