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Presently, seeing she is again smiling and looking inexpressibly happy, for laughter comes readily to her lips, and tears, as a rule, make no long stay with her,—ashamed, perhaps, to disfigure the fair "windows of her soul," that are so "darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,"—"So you will come to England with me, after all?" he says, quite gayly.,"Lady Lilias Eaton, you mean?" asks Lady Rodney. "That reminds me we are bound to go over there to-morrow. At least, some of us.",He tries to persuade himself that there is nothing strange or uncommon in calling upon Wednesday to inquire with anxious solicitude about the health of a young woman whom he had seen happy and robust on Tuesday. But the trial is not successful, and he is almost on the point of flinging up the argument and going home again, when his eye lights upon a fern small but rare, and very beautiful, that growing on a high rock far above him, overhangs the stream.,"Nolly, you are inventing," says Mrs. Geoffrey, sternly.,CHAPTER IV.,"Ah!" says Doatie, clasping her hands. "And——","Oh, no! you don't look like that," says Mona, with a heavenly smile. "You do not seem like a man that could not be 'trusted.'","Perhaps you may not know it," says he, "but you are simply perfection!","Nevertheless, you might have waived that fact, and sent down word you had a headache.","Did she have both together on her knee?" asks Dorothy, vaguely. "She must have found it heavy.",His passion carries Mona along with it.,Sat the lovers, and whispered together.'.