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"Ah, it is you!" cries she, her face growing glad again.,"There! take it. I can be generous too.",This fond coloring, suiting the exigencies of the moment suits her likewise. Never before has she looked so entirely pretty. Her lips tremble, her eyes grow pathetic. And Captain Rodney, already deeply in love, grows one degree more impressed with the fact of his own good fortune in having secured so enviable a bride.,She has crossed the rustic bridge that leads into the Moore plantations, in hot pursuit of a young turkey that is evidently filled with a base determination to spend his Sunday out.,"By your grandfather!" corrects Mona, in a peculiar tone.,Her tone is only too significant. His face has grown black again. A heavy frown sits on his brow.,"Call me Geoffrey.","I wish I could have seen it forever," says Mr. Darling, gallantly, addressing Mona; "but all good things have an end too soon. Do you remember some lines like these? they come to me just now:,Then he turns his head away again to let his eyes rest on Mona, as though nowhere else can peace or comfort be found.,"Yes, it certainly is a charm," says Geoffrey slowly "but it puzzles me. I cannot be gay one moment and sad the next. Tell me how you manage it.","The will—but are you sure—sure?" says Lady Rodney, feebly. She tries to rise, but sinks back again in her chair, feeling faint and overcome.,So Mrs. Rodney says, "It was rather better than I anticipated, thank you," in a tone so icy that his is warm beside it..