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Then Mona, opening the door indicated to her by the doctor, goes into the chamber beyond, and is lost to their view for some time.,"No?" raising an innocent face. "To much trouble, you think, perhaps. But, bless you, Geoffrey wouldn't mind that, so long as he was giving me pleasure." At which answer the duchess is very properly ashamed of both her self and her speech.,There is a pause. In shrinking doubt she awaits the moment that shall make him take advantage of her words. But that moment never comes. In vain she waits. At length she lifts her eyes, and he, flinging the parchment at her feet, cries, roughly,—,"What a clever child you are!" says Geoffrey, with genuine admiration. "And what is here?" laying his hand on the third drawer.,"So I can," says Geoffrey. Then, not for any special reason, but because, through very love of her, he is always looking at her, he turns his eyes on Mona. She is standing by the table, with her head bent down.,"To England!" she repeats, with a most mournful attempt at unconcern, "Will—will that be soon?","Well, at all events I shan't go one moment before I said I should," says Rodney.,She sighs. There is pathos and sweetness and tenderness in every line of her face, and much sadness. Her lips are slightly parted, "her eyes are homes of silent prayer." Paul, watching her, feels as though he is in the presence of some gentle saint, sent for a space to comfort sinful earth.,"Oh, I dare say," Nicholas, ironically. "You get out!","Oh—well—don't," interrupts Mrs. Geoffrey, hastily.,"Her feet beneath her petticoat,"Then why does he prosecute the poor? We can't live; yet he won't lower the rints," says a sullen voice from the background..