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"Yes, I shall say——" anxiously.,"There," said the swans; "you are now close to the Sun's lodge. Follow that trail, and soon you will see it.","Why, what is this?" she says, a moment later; "and what a curious hand! Not a gentleman's surely.","If I was, how could I ask you to marry me?" returns he, in a tone so hurt that she grows abashed.,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.,"You have come!" cries he, in a tone Mona has never heard before, and then—there is no mistake about the fact that he and the shadow have embraced each other heartily.,She looks so full of belief in her own fancy that she inspires Doatie on the spot with a similar faith.,Still, she grows a little pale and dispirited after a while, for,"Is but a vain and doubtful good,,"You're kindly welcome, sir," says the old man, bowing with the slow and heavy movement that belongs to the aged. There is dignity and warmth, however, in the salute, and Geoffrey accepts with pleasure the toil-worn hand his host presents to him a moment later. The breakfast is good, and, though composed of only country fare, is delicious to the young man, who has been walking since dawn, and whose appetite just now would have astonished those dwelling in crowded towns and living only on their excitements.,"Do you think you are stronger than I am?" he says, amusement blended with the old admiration in his eyes.,All these evidences of affection Violet notices in a dreamy, far-off fashion: she is the happier because of them; yet she only appreciates them languidly, being filled with one absorbing thought, that dulls all others. She accepts the chair, the compliment, and the tea with grace, but with somewhat vague gratitude..