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"And perhaps unused to society," puts in Violet, mildly. As she speaks she picks up a tiny feather that has clung to her gown, and lightly blows it away from her into the air.,Geoffrey coming to the farm somewhat early in the evening, Mona takes him round to the yard, where two dogs, hitherto unseen by Geoffrey, lie chained. They are two splendid bloodhounds, that, as she approaches, rise to their feet, and, lifting their massive heads, throw out into the night-air a deep hollow bay that bespeaks welcome.,"She must be a great comfort to you," says Geoffrey from his heart.,Whereupon Jack Rodney instantly conceives a sudden and uncalled for dislike towards the man in question.,"Do you know, Mona," says the young man, sorrowfully, "you are too good for me,—a fellow who has gone racketing all over the world for years. I'm not half worthy of you.",Lastly, Lady Rodney comes to the front with,—,"No; not a petty squire," says Mona; "and I think you do know him. And why should I be ashamed to tell my name to any one?","Yes. And after Shakspeare, I like him best, and then Longfellow. Why do you speak in that tone? Don't you like him?",The man draws back hurriedly, and the woman once more sinks back into her forlorn position.,"Is that a compliment?" she says, wistfully. "Is it well to be unlike all the world? Yet what you say is true, no doubt. I suppose I am different from—from all the other people you know.","It is exactly what I expect to hear next," says Geoff's mother, with the calmness of despair.,"Then you are out of your mind," says Rodney..