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So Doatie, nervous and miserable, and with unshed tears in her eyes, stands where he tells her, with her hand resting on the back of an arm-chair, while he, going over to the window, deliberately turns his face from hers. Yet even now he seems to find a difficulty in beginning. There is a long pause; and then——,Mona hesitates, then says, shyly, with downcast eyes,—,"What a disagreeable-looking man that is over there!" she says: "the man with the shaggy beard, I mean, and the long hair.","But why?" persists he.,"You used to be tremendous friends there at one time," says Geoffrey; "never out of the house.","Ye—es; he will do," says Mona, after a second's careful thought, and even now reluctantly.,"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!","It was rather better than I anticipated, thank you," not in the haughty tone adopted by her half an hour ago, but, in an unnerved and frightened whisper.,Just at this moment he is coming down through brake and furze, past tangling blackberry-bushes that are throwing out leaves of brilliant crimson and softest yellow, and over rustling leaves, towards the farm that holds his divinity.,After one turn she stops abruptly, near an entrance.,Here she gets completely out of her depths, and stops to consider from whence this train of thought sprung. The pig is forgotten,—indeed, to get from pigs to diamonds and back again is not an easy matter,—and has to be searched for again amidst the dim recesses of her brain, and if possible brought to the surface.,At home—in Sydney, I mean—the life was different. It was free, unfettered, and in a degree lawless. It suited me better.".