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Meanwhile, the hours go by "laden with golden grain." Every day makes Mona dearer and more dear, her sweet and guileless nature being one calculated to create, with growing knowledge, an increasing admiration and tenderness. Indeed, each happy afternoon spent with her serves but to forge another link in the chain that binds him to her.,"Oh, poor Nicholas!" says Mona sadly, "and poor little Doatie!",But travelling over the prairie was a wolf that climbed up on the butte and came to the hole and, looking in, saw the man and pitied him.,"Now you speak sensibly. The sooner you begin to hate me the better.","How strange it is!" says Mona's voice, that has now a faint shade of sadness in it. "How people come and go in one's lives, like the waves of the restless sea, now breaking at one's feet, now receding, now——","Is she also to learn that you are at liberty to lecture your own mother?" asks Lady Rodney, pale with anger.,"Good gracious, Mona, whom do you mean?" asks he, aghast both at her look and tone.,The leaves and blossoms growing.","Oh, I dare say. Yes, sometimes: but—" she hesitates, and this time the expression of her face cannot be misunderstood: dejection betrays itself in every line—"but it is not so with you, is it? No aunt has left you anything?",This is a thunderbolt. They all start guiltily, and regard Mona with wonder. What is she going to say next?,"What nonsense some people are capable of talking!" says Violet, with a little shrug.,"Oh, Geoffrey, how could you do it?" she says, reproachfully, alluding to his marriage,—"you whom I have so loved. What would your poor father have thought had he lived to see this unhappy day? You must have been mad.".