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"I am far from it, I regret to say; but time cures all things, and I trust to that and careful observation to reform me.",There is admiration blended with relief in her tone, and Geoffrey begins to feel like a hero of Waterloo.,Now when these invited ghosts had reached the lodge they did not like to go in. They said to each other, "There is a person here"; it seemed as if they did not like the smell of a human being. The chief ghost burned sweet pine on the fire, which took away this smell, and then the ghosts came in and sat down.,"No; but I can fancy him, with his horrid bald head. Now, you know," holding up his hand to stop her as she is about to speak, "you know you said he hadn't a hair left on it.","What is it?","I have nothing in my head," says Mona, tearfully.,"You condemn me without a hearing, swayed by the influence of a carefully educated dislike," retorts he:,"No one can say we are not in time," says Jack, gayly. "It is exactly"—examining closely the ormolu-clock upon the mantelpiece—"one hour before we can reasonably expect dinner.","Very," returns he, surprised. He has not thought of her as one versed in lore of any kind. "What poets do you prefer?","That is Mona's voice," says Doatie. "I must go. Finish your letters, and come for me then, and we can go into the garden and talk it all over again. Come in, Mona; I am here.",And she answers,—,"Don't say it! don't!" cries Mona, in an agony, stopping his mouth with her hand. "Do not! Yes, I give in. I will go with you. I will marry you any time you like, the sooner the better,"—feverishly; "anything to save your life!".