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"My dear mother, don't say that," entreats the young man, earnestly, going over to her and placing his arm round her neck. He is her favorite son, of which he is quite aware, and so hopes on. "What is it you object to?",Presently, seeing she is again smiling and looking inexpressibly happy, for laughter comes readily to her lips, and tears, as a rule, make no long stay with her,—ashamed, perhaps, to disfigure the fair "windows of her soul," that are so "darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,"—"So you will come to England with me, after all?" he says, quite gayly.,"She is safe to say something about it, and that will do for anything," says Rodney, out of the foolishness of his heart.,"Do you distrust me?" says Rodney,—this time really hurt, because his love for her is in reality deep and strong and thorough.,Hurriedly she gets into her furs, and, twisting some soft black lace around her throat, runs down the stairs, and, opening the hall door without seeing any one, makes her way towards the appointed spot.,CHAPTER XXVI.,Her tone is only too significant. His face has grown black again. A heavy frown sits on his brow.,Mona is looking lovely, a little pale perhaps from some natural agitation, but her pallor only adds to the lustre of her great blue eyes and lends an additional sweetness to the ripeness of her lips. Her hair is a little loose, but eminently becoming, and altogether she looks as like an exquisite painting as one can conceive.,"I will—when I find it," returns she, with an irrepressible glance, full of native but innocent coquetry, from her beautiful eyes.,"Come on," said Morning Star, "let us go and kill those birds.","Such presumption, walking in our wood without permission," she says, haughtily.,Seeing further talk is useless, Mona slips her hand into Rodney's and leads him down the road..