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Then she strains the water from it, and looks with admiration upon its steaming contents. "The murphies" (as, I fear, she calls the potatoes) are done to a turn.,"Oh, Mona, will you always love me as you do now?","Don't let us quarrel," he says, lovingly. And this time she returns his caress very fondly, though she cannot lose sight of the fact that he has committed a social error not to be lightly overlooked.,"It was for you," she says, hanging her head. "I thought if I could do something to make you happier, you might learn to love me a little!","If they could only hear us now!" murmurs Geoffrey, addressing no one in particular.,"Sure they all admire me," says Miss Mona, with an exasperating smile, meant to wither.,"I am so glad you are poor," says Mona. "If you were rich or even well off, I should never consent,—never!",The fire blazes up fiercely, and anon drops its flame and sinks into insignificance once more. Again the words that bear some vague but as yet undiscovered meaning haunt Mona's brain. "A splendid scheme." A vile conspiracy, perhaps. Oh, that she might be instrumental in saving these people from ruin, among whom her lot had been cast! But how weak her arm! How insufficient her mind to cope with an emergency like this!,"You have come quite half an hour earlier than we expected you," says Sir Nicholas, looking with fond satisfaction into Miss Darling's eyes. "These trains are very uncertain.",This is a betise of the first water. And Lady Rodney, who can hear—and is listening to—every word, almost groans aloud.,Into a breathless, dewy sleep; so still,Just now, for example, a pause occurring in the conversation, Mona, fastening her eyes upon her Grace's neck, says, with genuine admiration,—.