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"Mona! Do you want me to stay?" asks he, suddenly, taking her hands in his. "Tell me the truth.","I won't betray you," she says. "You may trust me. Where are they stationed?","Oh, yes, thank you," says Mona, who is both surprised and carried away by the other's unexpected eloquence.,She looks up at him again with some fire in her eyes and a flush upon her cheeks. Perhaps some of the natural lawlessness of her kindred is making her blood warm. So standing, however, she is the very embodiment of youth and love and sweetness, and so the duke admits.,"Why is this?" said her father. "Some of these young men are rich, handsome, and brave.","You speak like a book," says Rodney, with an unlovely laugh; "but advice seldom cures. I only know that I have learned what stagnation means. I may alter in time, of course, but just at present I feel that,"I—I should like to say good-by to Miss Mona, and thank her for all her goodness to me, before going," says the young man, rising somewhat slowly.,"It means death to me," replies he, in a low tone. "It means that I shall lose you.",When they stood outside the Raven asked, "Is the home of your people far?","Worse!" repeats his mother, in a withering tone. In this mood she is not nice, and a very little of her suffices.,"I'm here," she cries, in the glad happy tones that have been ringing their changes in his heart all day.,"Last week, Mona, you gave me your promise to marry me before Christmas; can you break it now? Do you know what an old writer says? 'Thou oughtest to be nice even to superstition in keeping thy promises; and therefore thou shouldst be equally cautious in making them.' Now, you have made yours in all good faith, how can you break it again?".