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"Go, Paul!" she says, with vehement entreaty, the word passing her lips involuntarily.,All through the night Mona scarcely shuts her eyes, so full is her mind of troubled and perplexing thoughts. At last her brain grows so tired that she cannot pursue any subject to its end, so she lies silently awake, watching for the coming of the tardy dawn.,"Oh, yes, thank you," says Mona, who is both surprised and carried away by the other's unexpected eloquence.,CHAPTER XXXII.,"What a wretched evening!" says Violet, with a little shiver. "Geoffrey, draw the curtains closer.","That's awful nonsense, you know," says Rodney, lightly. "When he sees I haven't taken any steps about arresting him, he will forget all about it, and bear no further ill will.","It won't trouble us, not a bit," says Mrs. Geoffrey, rising with alacrity. "I shall love it, the floor is so nice and slippery. Can any one whistle?","Yes, I could not sleep. Watching and waiting destroy all chance of slumber.","'Perdition catch my soul, but I do love thee,'" replies he, quite as softly.,"Oh, may I niver agin see the light," cries this excitable damsel, rushing out to Mona, "if I iver hoped to lay eyes on yer face again! Where were ye at all, darlin'? An' I breakin' me heart wid fear for ye. Did ye know Tim Ryan was out to-night? When I heerd tell of that from that boy of the Cantys', I thought I'd have dhropped. 'Tis no good he's up to. Come in, asthore: you must be near kilt with the cowld.",Now from the fire again arose the smell of roasting meat. The children ate and played. Those who so long had been silent now talked and laughed.,"An' the biggest birds, an' as full o' corn as iver ye see, the rogues!".