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Then some one puts on her again the coat she had taken off such a short time since, and some one else puts on her sealskin cap and twists her black lace round her white throat, and then she turns to go on her sad mission. All their joy is turned to mourning, their laughter to tears.,But all is still.,"Has it?" says Rodney, fiercely. "Then I'll make the most of it," and before the other can find time to fire he flings himself upon him, and grasps his throat with murderous force.,Still, Mona is happy: the walk has done her good, and warmed her blood, and brought a color soft and rich as carmine, to her cheeks. She has followed the winding path for about an hour, briskly, and with a sense of bien-etre that only the young and godly can know, when suddenly she becomes aware that some one was following her.,"How couldn't I?" replies he. "Come; let us follow it up to the bitter end.","I have given it," returns she, in a low tone,—so low that he has to bend to hear it. "Do not be angry with me, do not—I——",The tender trembles of the ringdove's dole.",And witty to talk with,,"My darling, why?","That is true, for a time, with some. Forever with others.",And confident to morrow.","How Rome and Spain would enchant you," he says watching her face intently, "and Switzerland, with its lakes and mountains!".