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"While you still lived? While I might be of some use to you? No!" says Mona, her eyes gleaming. "To myself I said, there will be time enough for that later on." Then, with a little dry sob, "There will be time to die later on.","Yet the Princess D—— always calls her train a 'tail,'" says Violet, turning on her piano-stool to make this remark, which is balm to Mona's soul: after which she once more concentrates her thoughts on the instrument before her, and plays some odd old-fashioned air that suits well the dance of which they have been speaking.,"Nicholas," cries she, a little sharply, "what is it you would say?",In the night, together, in sleep, without pain, their shadows had departed to the Sandhills.,TO THE READER,"They do look nice," says Mona, "and I am hungry. If we won't be a great trouble to you, Betty," with graceful Hesitation, "I think we should like some.",Down from the mountain's top the shadows are creeping stealthily: all around is growing dim, and vague, and mysterious, in the uncertain light.,She herself destroys it presently.,To-day is cool, and calm, and bright. Almost one fancies the first faint breath of spring has touched one's cheek, though as yet January has not wended to its weary close, and no smallest sign of growth or vegetation makes itself felt.,"No?" says Lauderdale, laughing. "But why, then? There is no other Mrs. Rodney, is there?","I have nothing in my head," says Mona, tearfully.,"Some of his ideas are lovely. You would like his poetry, I think.".