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Of Christian charity,There are, too, dispassionate periods, when he questions the wisdom of giving his heart to a girl lowly born as Mona undoubtedly is, at least on her father's side. And, indeed, the little drop of blue blood inherited from her mother is so faint in hue as to be scarcely recognizable by those inclined to cavil.,The young man replied, "I am mourning day and night, crying all the while. My little son, who is the only one left me, also mourns.","Where does he write from?" asks Violet.,"Am I not?" says he, humbly, putting on his carefully crestfallen air that has generally been found so highly successful. "Tell me my fault.","It doesn't sound right," says Mona, shaking her head.,"Then why don't you go back?" suggests Mona, simply.,"Be quite sure," returns she, smiling.,But Mona has read, and understands perfectly.,And love but her forever;,And in truth the "claning" occupies a very short period,—or else Mona and Geoffrey heed not the parting moments. For sometimes,Then Mona goes on quietly,—.