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But that Mr. Rodney is still oppressed with the fear that he has mortally offended her, he could have laughed out loud at this childish speech; but anxiety helps him to restrain his mirth. Nevertheless he feels an unholy joy as he thinks on Mr. Moore's bald pate, his "too, too solid flesh," and his "many days.",But the deer began to grumble and said, "Well, it is true that out here on the prairie you have beaten me, but this is not where I live. I only come out here once in a while to feed or to cross the prairie when I am going somewhere. It would be fairer if we had a race in the timber. That is my home, and there I can run faster than you. I am sure of it.","If I was, how could I ask you to marry me?" returns he, in a tone so hurt that she grows abashed.,"Hate you!" replies he, with a smile of ineffable fondness, "my preserver and my love!","I should never be afraid of him," returns Mona. "He has kind eyes. He is"—slowly and meditatively—"very like you.","Nevertheless, let me hear it," says the duchess. "I cannot forget that your face is musical.",And Mona, rousing herself from her unsatisfactory reverie, draws her breath quickly and then moves homeward.,This is half a question; and Geoffrey, answering it from his heart, sinks even deeper into the mire.,He has stooped very much over indeed. His hand is on the fern; he has safely carefully extracted it, roots and all (one would think I was speaking of a tooth! but this is by the way), from its native home, when cr-r-k goes something; the branch on which he rests betrays him, and smashing hurls him head downwards into the swift but shallow stream below.,"Your husband is looking for you," she says to Mona, in an icy tone. "You had better go to him. This is no place for you.","Why make a fool of me?" the poor man asked. "My heart is sad. I am crying." He covered his head with his robe and wept.,"The missing will? Yes—yes—yes!" cries she, raising the hand that is behind her, and holding it high above her head with the will held tightly in it..