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"My queen lacks nothing," says Geoffrey. Then, as he feels the rising wind that is soughing through the barren trees, he says, hurriedly, "My darling, you will catch cold. Put on your wraps again.","Very self-denying of him, indeed," says Geoffrey, with a slight sneer, and a sigh of relief.,The person answered him, "That is Wind Sucker's heart.","Do you really like it?" asks she, plainly delighted.,Whereat the boy smiles and grins consumedly, as though charmed with his companion's metaphor, though in reality he understands it not at all.,"Hist, Miss Mona! hist!" says this voice close at Mona's ear. She starts violently.,"No; only twelve months,"—hastily; "say no more now: my mind is quite made up.","Oh, Geoffrey, how could you do it?" she says, reproachfully, alluding to his marriage,—"you whom I have so loved. What would your poor father have thought had he lived to see this unhappy day? You must have been mad.","I meant him for you," she says, in an ill-advised moment, addressing the girl who is bending over her couch assiduously and tenderly applying eau-de-cologne to her temples. It is just a little too much. Miss Mansergh fails to see the compliment in this remark. She draws her breath a little quickly, and as the color comes her temper goes.,"If they could only hear us now!" murmurs Geoffrey, addressing no one in particular.,Mona shudders.,"You insult me," says Dorothy, growing even whiter than she was before, "when you speak to me of—of——".