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"Yes; I mean to,—before I return to England.","Well, he was different," says Mona, giving in ignominiously. "I couldn't care for him either; but what I said is true all the same. Other people would not like me.","No; I shall have him with me: but, hush! It is quite a secret," placing her finger on her lips.,"Hate you!" replies he, with a smile of ineffable fondness, "my preserver and my love!","I shall go away," declares Nolly; "I shall go aboard,—at least as far as the orchard;" then, with a complete change of tone, "By the by, Mrs. Geoffrey, will you come for a walk? Do: the day is 'heavenly fair.'",She flushes, opens her lips as if to speak, and yet is dumb,—perhaps through excess of emotion.,"Hate you!" replies he, with a smile of ineffable fondness, "my preserver and my love!","At home," returns he. He is gazing out of the window, with his hands clasped behind his back, and does not pay so much attention to her words as is his wont.,Or cattle faintly lowing:,CHAPTER VII.,"If on Friday night there is a good moon," says Rodney, boldly, "will you take me, as you promised, to see the Bay?","It is very good of you to say that," says Nolly, meekly but gratefully. "It gives me great support. You honestly believe, then, that I may escape?".