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At this Mona, being a creature of impulse, grows once more pale and troubled.,Mona, horror-stricken, goes quickly over to her, and touches her lightly on the shoulder.,"Am I harsh?" says Mona, wistfully.,"I think she is the loveliest woman I ever saw," returns Miss Mansergh, quietly, without enthusiasm, but with decision. If cold, she is just, and above the pettiness of disliking a woman because she may be counted more worthy of admiration than herself.,And play the prelude of our fate.","Well, you know it now. I do object," says Geoffrey, in a tone he has never used to her before. Not that it is unkind or rude, but cold and unlover-like.,"How brilliant the moonlight is to-night! See—watch"—eagerly—"how the shadows chase each other down the Ranger's Hill!","And the condition?" asks she, eagerly, going closer to him. What is it that she would not do to restore happiness to those she has learned to love so well?,"Certainly dear. Who is it?","What does he say about the moon?" asks Mona, still with her knees in her embrace, and without lifting her eyes from the quiet waters down below.,"Some of them; not all. I know a considerable few who dress so little that they might as well leave it alone.","If I am, Warden surely knows more about the will than he has sworn to.".