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"How could you laugh?" says Mona, reproachfully.,"Hate you!" replies he, with a smile of ineffable fondness, "my preserver and my love!","It was true," says Mona: "I was writing letters for Geoffrey.",When morning came he rose and wandered away, and whenever he met any of the animals he asked if they could tell him where the Thunder lived. The animals laughed, and most of them would not answer.,"Yes, yes; that poor, poor woman! I cannot get her face out of my head. How forlorn! how hopeless! She has lost all she cared for; there is nothing to fall back upon. She loved him; and to have him so cruelly murdered for no crime, and to know that he will never again come in the door, or sit by her hearth, or light his pipe by her fire,—oh, it is horrible! It is enough to kill her!" says Mona, somewhat disconnectedly.,"Tell us, Jenkins," says Nicholas, hastily.,"There, don't cry, and you shall have it all your own way," he says, with a sigh. "To-morrow we will decide what is to be done.","Good by, dear Paul," says Mona, very gently, impressed by his evident grief and earnestness.,If she had been nurtured all her life in the fashionable world, she could scarcely have made a more correct speech. Geoffrey is puzzled, nay more, discomfited. Just in this wise would a woman in his own set answer him, did she mean to repel his advances for the moment. He forgets that no tinge of worldliness lurks in Mona's nature, and feels a certain amount of chagrin that she should so reply to him.,"Oh, indeed!" says Mona; and then, with downcast eyes, "but I don't know, because you never told me before.",But when they have turned a corner and are quite out of sight and hearing, Rodney stops short and says, hurriedly,—,The old woman gave him something to eat—a dish of bad food..