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"Of love generally?—no," with a disdainful glance,—"merely of your love of comfort.",Next morning the wife and the little boy went out to dig roots, and the woman took the root digger with her, while the dog followed the little boy.,"Mona! what are you going to say to me?","I hope you are enjoying yourself," she says, presently, hardly knowing what else to say.,Mona is watching him intently.,"Thanks!" returns he, with an ironical laugh. "How excellently your tone agrees with your words?","I think," says Geoffrey, slightly disconcerted by the sweet leisure of her gaze, "I have lost my way. I have been walking since sunrise, and I want you to tell me where I am.",And my day has no morning.',"Yes, many will. Lady Rodney,—and—and Jack too. He also must lose by it," says Violet, with suppressed warmth.,"How could I help laughing," says Mona. "Mr. Darling has just expressed surprise at the fact that the Irish peasantry do not as a rule possess watches." Then suddenly her whole face changes from gayety to extreme sorrow. "Alas! poor souls!" she says, mournfully, "they don't, as a rule, have even meat!","Perhaps they make their own unhappiness," says Mona, at random. "But Nicholas has done nothing. He is good and gentle always. He knows no evil thoughts. He wishes ill to no man.","Perhaps Lady Rodney would not like it.".