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When the young man got there, the badger was in his hole. But Scarface called to him, "Oh, cunning striped face! I wish to speak with you.","But how did you manage to procure their good graces?",At this appalling speech Geoffrey's calculations fall through, and he gives himself up to undisguised mirth.,Whenever these lines come to me I think of Mona.,Glancing round fearfully for a moment, as though desirous of making sure that no strange eyes are watching her movements, she lets the loose cloak fall to the ground, and, taking with careful haste the covering from her head, slips like Cinderella from her ordinary garments into all the glories of a fete gown. She steps a little to one side, and, throwing up her head with a faint touch of coquetry that sits very sweetly on her, glances triumphantly at Geoffrey, as though fully conscious that she is looking exquisite as a dream.,Her tone, gentle but dignified, steadies him.,At this Mona, being a creature of impulse, grows once more pale and troubled.,"It was very unkind," says Mona; "and he has a hateful face.","I hardly think this is Sunday work," she says, lightly; "but the poor little thing would have died if left out all night. Wasn't it well you saw him?","Well, I shall go and judge of Killarney myself some day," he says, idly.,"It was some joke, of course?" goes on Violet, not having received any answer to her first question.,"Don't betray me, at all events. He is a touchy sort of fellow, and mightn't like to think I knew that about him. Jack, my second brother, sings too. He is coming home from India directly, and is an awfully good sort, though I think I should rather have old Nick after all.".