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"But, my darling child, I can't help the fact that George Rodney left me the Hall," says Geoffrey, deprecatingly, reducing the space between them to a mere nothing, and slipping his arm round her waist. "And if I was a beggar on the face of the earth, I could not love you more than I do, nor could you, I hope"—reproachfully—"love me better either.","Now," said the Thunder, "you know me. I have great power. In summer I live here; but when winter comes I go far south. I go south with the birds. Here is my pipe. It has strong power. Take it and keep it. After this, when first I come in the spring you shall fill this pipe and light it, and you shall smoke it and pray to me; you and the people. I bring the rain which makes the berries large and ripe. I bring the rain which makes all things grow, and for this you shall pray to me; you and all the people.","Of course it was a surprise to you," he says.,"I shall make myself plainer. What servant did you bribe to leave the window open for you at this hour?","Where are people when they are not at home?" asks Mona, simply.,"What has he done?" asks Geoffrey, somewhat bewildered and greatly distressed at her apparent grief.,There is relief in the thought. She springs from her bed, clothes herself rapidly, and descends to the breakfast room. Yet the day thus begun appears to her singularly unattractive. Her mind is full of care. She has persuaded Geoffrey to keep silence about all that last night produced, and wait, before taking further steps. But wait for what? She herself hardly knows what it is she hopes for.,"Yes, blue looks very nice on me. Geoffrey, if Uncle Brian hears of this, will he be angry?","'By and by' I shall be your wife," says Mona, archly, "and then my days for receiving flattery will be at an end. Sure you needn't grudge me a few pretty words now.",All day long, and often far into the night, these two sat on a near-by hill and wailed, and their mourning was sad.,"Yes. I forgive you," she says, almost in a whisper, with a seriousness that amounts to solemnity.,But before they reach the hall door Geoffrey feels it his duty to bestow upon them a word or two of warning..