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On his way home Cold Maker again passed the Sand Hills. Entering the country was an old woman bent with age and crippled.,"How I wish it didn't!" says Mona, with a sigh.,There is a look upon his face that recalls to her his dead father, and Lady Rodney grows silent. The husband of her youth had been dear to her, in a way, until age had soured him, and this one of all his three children most closely resembled him, both in form and in feature; hence, perhaps, her love for him. She lowers her eyes, and a slow blush—for the blood rises with difficulty in the old—suffuses her face.,After this, she and Sir Nicholas are even better friends than they have been before,—a silent bond of sympathy seeming to exist between them. With Captain Rodney, though he is always kind to her, she makes less way, he being devoted to the society of Violet, and being besides of such a careless disposition as prevents his noticing the wants of those around,—which is perhaps another name for selfishness.,"Is it worth so much thought?" he says, bitterly. "It surely will not injure you fatally to lay your hand in mine for one instant.",Mona hesitates, then says, shyly, with downcast eyes,—,Just then Dorothy says,—,"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!","I suppose so," says Mona lifting her brows.,At the farthest end of the room, near a window, lying back in an arm-chair, lies Mona, sound asleep.,Nothing but that.","And your brother?".