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"Oh, Mona, if you could only know how wretched I was all last night," he says; "I never put in such a bad time in my life.",Fisher sat a long time waiting for his friend, but at last he looked down the stream and saw a man on the shore walking toward him. He came along the bank until he had reached his friend. It was Weasel Heart.,The air is full of death and desolation. It is cold and raw, and no vestige of vegetation is anywhere. In the distance, indeed, she can see some fir-trees that alone show green amidst a wilderness of brown, and are hailed with rapture by the eye, tired of the gray and sullen monotony. But except for these all is dull and unfruitful.,"Then you are out of your mind," says Rodney.,"How can you describe her, when you have not seen her?","From every blush that kindles in her cheeks,,"How cold it is!" she says, rising, with a little shiver. "Let us go home.",The man, seeing Mona, breaks from the woman, and comes up to her.,At this Mona turns her gaze secretly upon him. She studies his hair, his gray eyes, his irregular nose,—that ought to have known better,—and his handsome mouth, so resolute, yet so tender, that his fair moustache only half conceals. The world in general acknowledges Mr. Rodney to be a well-looking young man of ordinary merits, but in Mona's eyes he is something more than all this; and I believe the word "ordinary," as applied to him, would sound offensive in her ears.,"Now you speak sensibly. The sooner you begin to hate me the better.","Say so, if you do: it will be honester. If you don't," threateningly, "I shall of course think the contrary.","It is insupportable such an insinuation," says the lively Doatie. "Violet, Mona's cause is ours: what shall we do with him?".