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"Mona, it has all been too much for you," exclaims he, with deep concern.,"Yes; but you have been crying, darling! What has happened?","Yet answer me," persists he, very earnestly.,"By your grandfather!" corrects Mona, in a peculiar tone.,"Ah! here she is," says the duchess, looking at the girl's bright face with much interest, and turning graciously towards Mona. And then nothing remains but for Lady Rodney to get through the introduction as calmly as she can, though it is sorely against her will, and the duchess, taking her hand, says something very pretty to her, while the duke looks on with ill-disguised admiration in his face.,'A council made of such as dare not speak,,"Yes, deliberately," returns he, with wilful recklessness.,"What is it?" she says, fearfully, and then, "Your coat is wet—I feel it. Oh Geoffrey, look at your shirt. It is blood!" Her tone is full of horror. "What have they done to you?" she says, pitifully. "You are hurt, wounded!",For some time they talk together, and then the duchess, fearing lest she may be keeping Mrs. Geoffrey from the common amusement of a ballroom, says, gently,—,"An' the biggest birds, an' as full o' corn as iver ye see, the rogues!","Go," she says, again, entreatingly, still with her hand on Geoffrey's breast, as though to keep him back, but with her eyes on Paul.,"'Him'?—whom?"—demands her husband, with pardonable vivacity..