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A bell tinkles softly in the distance. The early dusk is creeping up from behind the distant hills, that are purple with the soft and glowing heather. The roar of the rushing waves comes from the bay that lies behind those encircling hills, and falls like sound of saddest music on her ear. Now comes,"I am very glad," says Mona, in a low tone.,"Yes, blue looks very nice on me. Geoffrey, if Uncle Brian hears of this, will he be angry?","Then you have something on your mind. You have not been your usual perfect self all the morning.","That is just like me," says Mr. Rodney, unblushingly—"the very image of me.",Of course this was on the day after their return to England, before his own people knew of their arrival.,He lifts his head here, and laughs aloud, a short, unmirthful laugh.,"Morning fair,CHAPTER XXIV.,As Mona comes still nearer, the words of the speaker reach her, and sink into her brain. It is Lady Rodney who is holding forth, and what she says floats lightly to Mona's ears. She is still advancing, unmindful of anything but the fact that she cannot see Geoffrey again for more hours than she cares to count, when the following words become clear to her, and drive the color from her cheeks,—,"It is," replies he, absently. Then, below his breath, "and well worth fighting for.",So in silence, but hand in hand, they move back through the dewy meads, meeting no one until they reach the little wooden gate that leads to her home..