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"Yet, in spite of what you say, you turn from me, you despise me," exclaims he, with some growing excitement.,"Not clever," says Mona. "If I were clever I should not take for granted—as I always do—that what people say they must mean. I myself could not wear a double face.",Nor motion, I might almost say,,"The moon is up; it is the dawn of night;,"She is very seldom at home, but I think I like her better than any one I ever met.","How strange!" says the duchess, with an amused smile. "Are you quite sure of that?","How can I thank you?" says Maxwell, "for all——","Is your home very beautiful?" asks she, timidly, looking at him the more earnestly in that he seems rapt in contemplation of the valley that spreads itself before him.,"It is to be regretted you cannot like England, as you have made up your mind to live in it; and yet I think——" She pauses.,The man who manages the farm generally—and is a plague and a blessing at the same time to his master—appears round a corner, and declares, respectfully, that he will be ready in a "jiffy" to accompany Miss Mona, if she will just give him time to "clane himself up a bit.","But your uncle's death made it all right, didn't it?","Be quite sure," returns she, smiling..