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"Well, then, I will not," returns she, with a last effort at determination, and the most miserable face in the world.,"I hope it is," says Geoffrey; "though, taking your words for gospel, it rather puts me out in the cold. My mother seems to have had rather a good time all through, devoid of anything that might be termed trouble.","Bonuvs," repeats Mona, a little louder, at which Lady Rodney sinks into a chair, as though utterly overcome. Nolly and Geoffrey are convulsed with laughter. Doatie is vainly endeavoring to keep them in order.,"Wait, Mrs. Rodney. Let me help you across.",But when they have turned a corner and are quite out of sight and hearing, Rodney stops short and says, hurriedly,—,"Thin I may go, miss?" says Mickey.,Then she gathers up her gown and runs swiftly back to the farm.,"Time, as he passes us, has a dove's wing,,"Even in my thoughts I never applied those words to you," says Mona, earnestly. "Yet some feeling here"—laying her hand upon her heart—"compels me to believe you are not dealing fairly by us." To her there is untruth in every line of his face, in every tone of his voice.,"Now, that is very kind of you," she says, lifting her eyes, humid with tears, to his. "And I think it will take only a very little time to make me love you!","Oh! can nothing be done?" asks Mona, turning to him eyes full of entreaty.,He might have invoked Jack Robinson a score of times had he so wished, he might even have gone for a very respectable walk, before his eyes are again gladdened by a sight of Mona. Minutes had given place to minutes many times, when, at length, a figure wrapped in a long cloak and with a light woollen shawl covering her head comes quickly towards him across the rustic bridge, and under the leafless trees to where he is standing..