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Her sympathy is unbounded, her temper equal to the most trying occasion, her heart open to the most petty grievances; she is to the two girls an unfailing source of comfort, a refuge where they may unrebuked pour out the indignation against their dressmakers that seems to rage unceasingly within their breasts.,"All things are calm, and fair, and passive; earth,Just now it is blowing softly, delicately, as though its fury of the night before had been an hallucination of the brain. It is "a sweet and passionate wooer," says Longfellow, and lays siege to "the blushing leaf." There are no leaves for it to kiss to-day: so it bestows its caresses upon Mona as she wanders forth, close guarded by her two stanch hounds that follow at her heels.,For a few days after this, the man used to take his baby on his back and travel out away from the camp, walking over the hills, crying and mourning. He felt badly, and he did not know what to do.,"I didn't make up the mare, miss, before comin' out wid ye," he says, mildly, telling this lie without a blush.,"I think you had better come home," says Geoffrey, deeply angered with her. "You must not stay here catching cold.","He may not,—there is a faint chance,—but of course the title is gone, as he has proved his birth beyond dispute.","I shall feel regret," says, Mona, brokenly, the tears running down her cheeks.,"I always said you were clever," says his mother, languidly; "now I believe it. I don't think if I lived forever I should be able to pronounce such a sad word as that. Do—do the natives speak like that?","Could you not imagine you had one?" she says, presently as a last resource.,"It is really nothing," says Nolly, feverishly. "You have all heard it before.","Ask him, if only to please me," he says, wearily..