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"Oh, no," says Mona, gently; "only I should like you better, of course, if you were not the cause of our undoing.",Friday is fine, and towards nightfall grows still milder, until it seems that even in the dawn of October a summer's night may be born.,Whenever these lines come to me I think of Mona.,For nature made her what she is,,And so they are married, and last words are spoken, and adieux said, and sad tears fall, and for many days her own land knows Mona no more.,At the mention of the word "secret" every one grows very much alive at once. Even Lady Rodney dries her tears and looks up expectantly.,"Very. But for myself I have no voice worth hearing. I sing, you know, a little, which is my misfortune, not my fault; don't you think so?","Honestly, I do.",Still, she grows a little pale and dispirited after a while, for,His tone, his emphasis on the pronoun, is significant.,"Tin,—money," explains he.,"But you said if the buffalo would only jump over, you would marry one of them. Look, the piskun is full.".