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The very air is still. There is no sound, no motion, save the coming and going of their own breath as it rises quickly from their hearts, filled full of passionate admiration for the loveliness before them.,She excuses her unwonted drowsiness with a little laugh, natural and friendly, and begs them "not to betray her." Clothed in all this sweetness she drops a word or two meant to crush Mona; but that hapless young woman hears her not, being bent on explaining to Mrs. Carson that, as a rule, the Irish peasantry do not go about dressed only in glass beads, like the gay and festive Zulus, and that petticoats and breeches are not utterly unknown.,"Where?" asks Doatie, eagerly.,There is a strange hush and silence everywhere. The very clouds are motionless in their distant homes.,"Do you think you are stronger than I am?" he says, amusement blended with the old admiration in his eyes.,This answer, being so full of thorough unconsciousness and childish naivete, has the effect of reducing the duke to common sense once more, and of making him very properly ashamed of himself. He feels, however, rather out of it for a minute or two, which feeling renders him silent and somewhat distrait. So Mona, flung upon her own resources, looks round the room seeking for inspiration, and presently finds it.,"Time will soften her grief," says Rodney, with an attempt at soothing. "And she is young; she will marry again, and form new ties.",,quotes Geoffrey, in a low tone, that has something in it almost startling, so full is it of deep and earnest feeling.,"Yet, in spite of what you say, you turn from me, you despise me," exclaims he, with some growing excitement.,"Look here," says Geoffrey. "I won't have Mona spoiled. If she hadn't a headache, she hadn't, you know, and if you were at home, why, you were, and that's all about it. Why should she tell a lie about it?",She turns involuntarily, through the innate courtesy that belongs to her race, to return his parting salutation, and, looking at him, sees a tiny spot of blood trickling down his forehead from the wound received awhile since..