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At his words, a glad light springs to life within her wonderful eyes. She is so pleased and proud that he should so speak of her.,"I am a stranger; I know nothing," she says again, hardly knowing what to say, and moving a little as though she would depart.,That he—who has known so many seasons, and passed through the practised hands of some of the prettiest women this world can afford, heart-whole, and without a scratch—should fall a victim to the innocent wiles of a little merry Irish girl of no family whatever, seems too improbable even of belief, however lovely beyond description this girl may be (and is), with her wistful, laughing, mischievous Irish eyes, and her mobile lips, and her disposition half angelic, half full of fire and natural coquetry.,"I wonder when you will adore any one, Nolly," says Geoffrey, idly.,It is a light, not of stars or of moonbeams, but of a bona fide lamp, and as such is hailed by Mona, with joy. Evidently the thoughtful Jenkins has left it lighted there for Geoffrey's benefit when he returns. And very thoughtful, too, it is of him.,TO THE READER,"Such presumption, walking in our wood without permission," she says, haughtily.,"If they could only hear us now!" murmurs Geoffrey, addressing no one in particular.,"Speak lower," said the old woman, "or you may be heard. We have no good food because there is a great snake here who is the chief of the camp. He takes all the best pieces. He lives over there in that snake-painted lodge.","Well, really!" says Mona, mistaking him. She moves back with a heightened color, disengages her hands from his and frowns slightly.,"I wonder," she says to herself, softly, "whether he will be with me at the usual hour to-morrow, or,—a little earlier!","Did she never look at you like that?" asks Mona, maliciously; "in the early days, I mean, before—before——".