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"Call off that dog," cries Geoffrey, turning savagely to Mona. Whereupon, having gained her purpose, Mona bids the dog lie down, and the faithful brute, exquisitely trained, and unequal to disobedience, drops off his foe at her command and falls crouching to the ground, yet with his eyes red and bloodshot, and his breath coming in parting gasps that betray the wrath he would gladly gratify.,"Geoffrey," says Mona, in a low tone, slipping her hand into his in a half-shamed fashion, "I have five hundred pounds of my own, would it—would it be of any use to Sir Nicholas?","By your grandfather!" corrects Mona, in a peculiar tone.,"I will tell him," says Mona.,"Where?" says Mona, looking up quickly.,"Do you like it?" she asks, gently, bringing her gaze back from the glowing heavens, to the earth, which is even more beautiful.,Yet after a moment or two the smile fades from Mona's mobile lip that ever looks as if, in the words of the old song, "some bee had stung it newly," and a pensive expression takes its place.,"What are you thinking of?" asks Mona, softly, breaking in upon his soliloquy.,"Is truth insolence?" asks Rodney. "If so, I demand your pardon. My speech, no doubt, was a betise, yet it came from my heart.","I wonder when you will adore any one, Nolly," says Geoffrey, idly.,"Sure of course," says Mona. "Why, I used to ride the colts barebacked at home.",Pushing open the door very gently, she enters the room, the two dogs at her heels..