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Again they heard the feast shout, and he who called was the chief of the Bear society. After they had eaten and smoked the chief said,,"Why, you never even saw him," says Mona, opening her eyes.,"Yes, you, and every other man," says Mona, smiling, and raising her loving eyes to her husband.,"Well, we thought you would know," says Lady Rodney, speaking for the first time.,"Would you like a fan, Nolly?" says Mona, with a laugh, yet really with a kindly view to rescuing him from his present dilemma. "Do you think you could find me mine? I fancy I left it in the morning-room.","But why, darling? Could you not be happy as my wife?","Shall we set out now?" says Mona; and she calls "Mickey, Mickey," at the top of her strong young lungs.,And through the woodlands swell,"How d'ye do, Mrs. Rodney? Is Lady Rodney at home? I hope so," says Mrs. Carson, a fat, florid, smiling, impossible person of fifty.,Lady Rodney, too, is quite happy. Everything has come right; all is smooth again; there is no longer cause for chagrin and never-ending fear. With Paul Rodney's death the latter feeling ceased, and Mona's greatness of heart has subdued the former. She has conquered and laid her enemy low: without the use of any murderous force the walls have fallen down before her, and she has marched into the citadel with colors flying.,Once there she has to go with him down the narrow woodland path, there being no other, and so paces on, silently, and sorely against her will.,As he looked about, he saw hanging down above him a great thing that seemed to move—to grow a little larger and then to grow a little smaller..