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"An' the biggest birds, an' as full o' corn as iver ye see, the rogues!","I wasn't," says Mona: "I went out a great deal. All day long I was in the open air. That is what made my hands so brown last autumn.","Do you?" says Geoffrey, in a tone that means much.,"But you have something on your mind, too. You have me. Why doesn't Jack go?","That is what fickle people say. But what one feels one remembers.","Ask him, if only to please me," he says, wearily.,"There, do go away!" says this woodland goddess. "I am sick of you and your stupidity.",For Geoffrey the prelude has been played, and now at last he knows it. Up and down the little hall he paces, his hands behind his back, as his wont when deep in day-dreams, and asks himself many a question hitherto unthought of. Can he—shall he—go farther in this matter? Then this thought presses to the front beyond all others:—"Does she—will she—ever love me?",At this Mona breaks into a sweet but ringing laugh, that makes Lady Rodney (who is growing sleepy, and, therefore, irritable) turn, and fix upon her a cold, reproving glance.,After that night the two women were never seen again.,"Eh! you don't mean to say that after all my devotion you would then refuse me?" asks Mr. Darling, with some disgust.,"Loved nothing better than a—oh, how you must have misunderstood me!" says Rodney, with mournful earnestness, liberally sprinkled with reproach..