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"Why, of course; of course. One can see that at a glance. And if it were otherwise the whole story would be ruined,—would instantly become tame and commonplace,—would be, indeed," says Lady Lilias, with a massive wave of her large white hand, "I regret to say, an occurrence of everyday life. The singular beauty that now attaches to it would disappear. It is the fact that his passion was unrequited, unacknowledged, and that yet he was content to sacrifice his life for it, that creates its charm.",CHAPTER XXX.,"Do not stir. Your head is badly cut, an' it bleeds still," says Mona, with a shoulder. "I cannot stop it. Oh, what shall I do?",Two tears gather, and roll slowly down Mona's white cheeks. And then somehow her thoughts wander back to the old farmhouse at the side of the hill, with the spreading trees behind it, and to the sanded floor and the cool dairy, and the warmth of the love that abounded there, and the uncle, who, if rough, was at least ready to believe her latest action—whatever it might be—only one degree more perfect than the one that went before it.,"Now make him your best curtsey, Dolly," says Mr. Darling, seriously; "it isn't everyday you will get such a pretty speech as that.",Every evening about sundown the man used to climb up to the top of this butte and sit there and look all over the country to see where the buffalo were feeding and whether any enemies were moving about. On top of the hill there was a buffalo skull, on which he used to sit.,"To England!" she repeats, with a most mournful attempt at unconcern, "Will—will that be soon?","If—if you loved a fellow, would anything turn you against him?" asks he, suddenly, looking her full in the face.,It is a moment never to be forgotten!,"No," said the swans; "it shall not be so. Across this water is the home of that Above Person. Get on our backs, and we will take you there.","Mrs. Rodney will not mind wasting a quarter of an hour on an old woman," says the duchess, equably.,"Is your brother, Mr. Rodney, like you?" asks Mona presently..