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"Well," said the young man, "where is your piskun—where do you kill buffalo?","I don't think ye have any call to say that to us, Miss Mona. 'Tisn't fair like, when ye know in yer own heart that we love the very sight of ye, and the laste sound of yer voice!","I want you to do something for my sake.",For all this Lady Rodney is devoutly thankful. She is glad of the girl's absence. She has no desire to exhibit her, prejudice making Mona's few defects to look monstrous in her eyes. Yet these same defects might perhaps be counted on the fingers of one hand.,"I think she is the loveliest woman I ever saw," returns Miss Mansergh, quietly, without enthusiasm, but with decision. If cold, she is just, and above the pettiness of disliking a woman because she may be counted more worthy of admiration than herself.,"How couldn't I?" replies he. "Come; let us follow it up to the bitter end.","Are you in pain?" she says, in a low, fearful tone. "Do you suffer much?",These sounds, vague and harmonious as they are, yet full of mystery and unexplained sadness, but serve to heighten the fear that chills her heart.,"I never heard such awful language," says Rodney. "To tell me to my face that you hate me. Oh, Miss Mona! How have I merited such a speech?",Now from the fire again arose the smell of roasting meat. The children ate and played. Those who so long had been silent now talked and laughed.,Geoffrey removes the heavy lace that lies round her throat, and then leads her up to the hearthrug nearly opposite to his mother's arm-chair.,"It is down by the river," the old woman answered. "We pound on it and the buffalo run out.".