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Nolly regards her mournfully.,Do paint the meadows with delight.",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.,Lady Rodney shudders.,"Yes, that is just what occurred to me," says Mona, nodding her head sympathetically.,"Of course it was a surprise to you," he says.,"Bless me!" says Geoffrey; "what an appalling thought! it makes me feel faint.","I feel no pain," returns he, gallantly.,"Where are you going—far from the camp?" asked the old woman.,"The floor of heaven,"I meant him for you," she says, in an ill-advised moment, addressing the girl who is bending over her couch assiduously and tenderly applying eau-de-cologne to her temples. It is just a little too much. Miss Mansergh fails to see the compliment in this remark. She draws her breath a little quickly, and as the color comes her temper goes.,"But after a bit they grew very tiresome. When I tell you they all three proposed to me every day for a week, you will understand me. Yet even that we could have borne, though it was very expensive, because they used to go about stealing my gloves and my ribbons, but when they took to punching each other's heads about me auntie said I had better go to Uncle Brian for a while: so I went; and there I met Geoffrey," with a brilliant smile..