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This is hardly complimentary, but Geoffrey passes it over.,And sitteth in a Sabbath of still rest;,"You will be near too, Geoffrey?" murmurs Mona, falteringly.,The short daylight fades; the wind grows higher; the whole scene is curious, and very nearly fantastical. The pretty girl in her clinging satin gown, and her gleaming neck and arms, bare and soft and white, and the tiny lace-fringed cap that crowns her fairness. The gaunt trees branching overhead that are showering down upon her all their fading wealth of orange and crimson and russet-colored leaves, that serve to throw out the glories of her dress. The brown-green sward is beneath her, the river runs with noiseless mirth beside her, rushing with faint music over sand and pebble to the ocean far below. Standing before her is her lover, gazing at her with adoring eyes.,"You speak like a lover," says Lady Rodney, with an artificial laugh. "Do you repeat all this to Dorothy? She must find it very interesting.","Who on earth are you speaking to?" says Geoffrey.,"You are not dancing much?","I can't," faintly.,"Come on," said Morning Star, "let us go and kill those birds.","How couldn't I?" replies he. "Come; let us follow it up to the bitter end.","She may," says Jack. "Well go on. What more does he say?","We are, indeed. But I think your having a fortune would only make matters worse." Then he grows despairing once more. "Dorothy, it is madness to think of it. I am speaking only wisdom, though you are angry with me for it. Why encourage hope where there is none?".