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"No!" says Nicholas; meaning, "How very delightful!",That wandering shrine of soft yet icy flame,,"Perhaps, as you have been so good at your first guess you will try again," says Mona, still addressing Nicholas, and speaking in a tone of unusual light-heartedness, but so standing that no one can see why her hands are so persistently clasped behind her back. "Now tell me who I was with.",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.,Mona takes no notice of his words, but still stands by the table, with her hands folded, her long white robes clinging to her, her eyes lowered, her whole demeanor like that of some mediæval saint. So thinks Rodney, who is gazing at her as though he would forever imprint upon his brain the remembrance of a vision as pure as it is perfect.,"She is out," says Lady Rodney, in a compressed tone.,The little pathetic insinuation is as perfect as it is touching.,His breath grows fainter, his eyelids close.,"It seems horrible to me that Mona should be on friendly terms with your enemy," says Geoffrey, passionately.,"But why?" asks the duchess.,"Nothing on earth shall bring me to say that," says Mona, solemnly. "Nothing!","Do you sing?" asks he, through mere force of habit, as she pauses..