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"Was it you?" asks he, raising himself on his elbow to regard her earnestly, though very loath to quit the spot where late he has been tenant. "You? Oh, Mona!",Now he takes advantage of this general permission, and closes them with a soft caress.,Mona is looking up to it now, with a rapt, pensive gaze, her great blue eyes gleaming beneath its light. She is sitting upon the side of the hill, with her hands clasped about her knees, a thoughtful expression on her lovely face. At each side of her, sitting bolt upright on their huge haunches, are the dogs, as though bent on guarding her against all evil.,Lady Rodney, rising hurriedly, sails with offended dignity from the room.,Doatie and Geoffrey have walked to a distant slit. Nolly is gazing vacantly through another, trying feebly to discern the landscape beyond. Lady Rodney is on thorns. They are all listening to what Mona is going to say next.,"You shall guess," says Mrs. Geoffrey, gayly, with a little laugh. "Now, where do you think?","Turn it where, darling?" asks she, a little dreamily.,"She must be harder-hearted than I think her, if she can resist you," he says, fondly.,"Be quite sure," returns she, smiling.,"Why not? it just suits him: 'A little, round, fat, oily man of——'","I don't think I understand you," she says, at length, gravely. "Where would the rest of her be, if she wasn't all in the same place?",His looks betray his wish. And Mona, stooping, very willingly bestows upon him one of the sweetest little kisses imaginable..