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"Where?" asks Doatie, eagerly.,"Why have you taken all this trouble about us?" says Lady Rodney, leaning forward to look at the girl anxiously, her voice low and trembling.,She winds her arms, around him, seeing he is still determined to go, and, throwing back her head, looks into his face.,"It is illiterate writing, certainly; and the whole concern dilapidated to the last degree," goes on Rodney, still regarding the soiled paper with curiosity mingled with aversion. "Any objection to my putting it in the fire?","If it is too much for you, darling, say so," whispers he; "or shall I go with you?","Is she—is she noisy?" she asks, in a faltering tone.,"Where are you going?" asks Rodney, afraid lest his last speech has offended her. She has her hat on,—a big Gainsborough hat, round which soft Indian muslin is clinging, and in which she looks nothing less than adorable.,"Mona! There is no one so sweet or comforting as you are," she cries, giving her a grateful hug. "I really think I do feel a little better now.",She says this, however, as though it is her one desire he may know regret, and feel a difference that be overwhelming.,They all smile, and say, "Yes, indeed," or "Oh, yes, indeed," or plain "Yes," in a breath. They all feel intensely obliged to Violet for her very ordinary little remark.,"Sure, now, you're too hard on us, Miss Mona. We're innocent of it. Our hands are clean as yer own. We nivir laid eyes on him since yesterday till this blessed minit. Ye should remember that, miss.","It is terrible," says Mona, with such exceeding earnestness that he could have hugged her on the spot..