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"I am so glad you have come, darling," says little Dorothy, taking off her hat, and laying it on a chair near her.,Silence. Mona taps the mound beside her with impatient fingers, her mind being evidently great with thought.,"Where does he write from?" asks Violet.,"Ah, yes," said Kŭt-o-yĭs´, "I will look at it.",As Mona gazes at him half fearfully, he raises himself suddenly on his elbow, and says, in a tone far stronger than he has yet used,—,"Why, indeed, unless you wished to possess yourself of something in the old room?","No, it is of no use: it only wearies me. My best medicine, my only medicine, is here," returns Paul, feebly pressing Mona's hand. He is answering the doctor, but he does not look at him. As he speaks, his gaze is riveted upon Mona.,He turns to her again.,Now they began to do their best to make life easier for the good old woman who had worked so hard to keep them from starving and freezing.,"Yes,—in her own estimation," says the duchess, somewhat severely, whose crowning horror is a frisky matron, to which title little Mrs. Lennox may safely lay claim.,"Nay, you can say all that on your way back, an' get a half-shot into the bargain," says old Scully, heartily. "You'll hardly beat the potheen I can give ye." He winks knowingly, pats Rodney kindly on the shoulder, and leads the way out of the house. Yet I think Geoffrey would willingly have bartered potheen, partridge, and a good deal more, for just one last glance at Mona's beautiful face before parting. Cheered, however, by the prospect that he may see her before night falls, he follows the farmer into the open air.,"Some women in the great world overdo it," he goes on, "and choose things and colors utterly unsuited to their style. They are slaves to fashion. But.