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"No; I am quite warm," says Mona, in a low, sad tone.,Mona pours out the tea—which is excellent—and puts in the cream—which is a thing to dream of—with a liberal hand. She smiles at Geoffrey across the sugar-bowl, and chatters to him over the big bowl of flowers that lies in the centre of the table. Not a hothouse bouquet faultlessly arranged, by any means, but a great, tender, happy, straggling bunch of flowers that seem to have fallen into their places of their own accord, regardless of coloring, and fill the room with their perfume.,THE BUFFALO-PAINTED LODGES,"I don't, but I know Lady Mary and Miss Blake always get their things from a woman called Manning.","But you said you knew the entire locality,—couldn't be puzzled within a radius of thirty miles. How far are we from home?","I have given it," returns she, in a low tone,—so low that he has to bend to hear it. "Do not be angry with me, do not—I——",Mona takes no notice of his words, but still stands by the table, with her hands folded, her long white robes clinging to her, her eyes lowered, her whole demeanor like that of some mediæval saint. So thinks Rodney, who is gazing at her as though he would forever imprint upon his brain the remembrance of a vision as pure as it is perfect.,"Yes, of course," she says, dejectedly. A cloud seems to have fallen upon her happy hour. "When did you hear that—that last singer?" she asks, in a subdued voice.,About this time Red Robe fell in love.,"By and you will think differently," says Mona, believing he alludes to his surrender of the Rodney property "You will get over this disappointment.","Yes,—so far," returns she, coldly.,The young man answered, "I am mourning for my wife. She died some time ago. I am looking for her.".