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"The boys!" repeats he, mystified.,"In that I spoke the truth," says Mr. Rodney, with a shameless laugh, "because it was an uncle who left me some money.","Eh?" says Mona, innocently, and stares at him with an expression so full of bewilderment, being puzzled by his tone more than his words, that presently Mr. Rodney becomes conscious of a feeling akin to shame. Some remembrance of a line that speaks of "a soul as white as heaven" comes to him, and he makes haste to hide the real meaning of his words.,At this Mr. Rodney moves a shade closer to her.,He draws Mrs. Geoffrey's hand through his arm, and goes towards the lodge.,"He has often called you that; but,"—shyly,—"now that I have seen you, I don't think the name suits you a bit.","Why, what is the matter?" he says, seeing signs of the lively storm on all their faces. Doatie explains hurriedly.,"Oh, if—if—if!" interrupts he. "Is it that you are afraid for yourself? Remember there is 'beggary in the love that can be reckoned.'",As soon as it was dark, the man called the chiefs and old men to his lodge, and his wife taught them the song that she had heard. They prayed too, as the stone had said should be done. Before long they heard far off a noise coming. It was the tramp of a great herd of buffalo. Then they knew that the stone was powerful, and since that time the people have taken care of it and have prayed to it.,She is plainly quite enchanted with the sensation she is creating, though she is far from comprehending how complete that sensation is. Something in her expression appeals to Doatie's heart and makes her involuntarily go closer to her. Her face is transfigured. It is full of love and unselfish joy and happy exultation: always lovely, there is at this moment something divine about her beauty.,"Are you going no farther?" asks Rodney, hoping sincerely she will say "No." She does say it.,"Ah," said the young man, "then your travels are ended. You need go no farther. Close by here is our piskun. Many buffalo have been run in, and our parfleches are filled with dried meat. Wait a little; I will go and bring you some," and he went out..