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"Fancy a turkey ghost," says Mona. "How ugly it would be. It would have all its feathers off, of course.","Oh! can nothing be done?" asks Mona, turning to him eyes full of entreaty.,Fortunately this dagger refuses to be shaken from its hold. Mona, feeling that fair play is at an end, and that treachery is asserting itself, turns instinctively to her faithful allies the bloodhounds, who have risen, and, with their hair standing straight on their backs, are growling ominously.,"Was it the Rubens hat with the long brown feather?" asks Violet, sweetly, turning to Mona, as though compelled by some unknown force to say anything that shall restore the girl to evenness of mind once more.,"And Uncle Brian?" asks Mona, fearfully.,"That isn't her name at all," says Geoffrey. "My father was a baronet, you know: she is Lady Rodney.",Comes furrowing all the Orient into gold.","But how could I help it?" says Mona, simply. "Oh, what a wretched state this country is in! turmoil and strife from morning till night. And yet to talk to those very people, to mix with them, they seem such courteous, honest, lovable creatures!","Why don't you call me Nicholas, as Geoffrey does?","Then why don't you go back?" suggests Mona, simply.,Scarce more than silence is, and yet a sound.,Though uncertain that she regards him with any feeling stronger than that of friendliness (because of the strange coldness that she at times affects, dreading perhaps lest he shall see too quickly into her tender heart), yet instinctively he knows that he is welcome in her sight, and that "the day grows brighter for his coming." Still, at times this strange coldness puzzles him, not understanding that.