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"Oh, Mona, do you mean that?" he says. But Mona, who is very justly incensed, declines to answer him with civility.,"Why not? You will go there, perhaps when you are married.","Oh, Mona, do you mean that?" he says. But Mona, who is very justly incensed, declines to answer him with civility.,"I should think very few people would deem it a trouble to serve you," she says, graciously. "And perhaps, after all, you don't much care about dancing.","That's right, then," says Mona, quite pleased at her success.,Geoffrey, although in reality deeply impressed by the grandeur of all the surroundings, yet cannot keep his eyes from Mona's face, her pretty attitude, her two mighty defenders. She reminds him in some wise of Una and the lion, though the idea is rather far-fetched; and he hardly dares speak to her, lest he shall break the spell that seems to lie upon her.,This had widened the breach more than all the rest, though Nicholas himself, being quite fascinated by her, tries earnestly to make her happy and at home with him.,"Why?" he says, with suppressed passion. "Because, each time I do, I know myself to be—what I am! Your truthful eyes are mirrors in which my heart lies bare." With an effort he recovers himself, and, drawing his breath quickly, grows calm again. "If I were to gaze at you as often as I should desire, you would probably deem me impertinent," he says, with a lapse into his former half-insolent tone.,So Kŭt-o-yĭs´ set off for that place, and when he came to the camp he went into an old woman's lodge.,"Listen to me," he goes on, in a lower key, and with some slight signs of exhaustion. "I am glad to die,—unfeignedly glad: therefore rejoice with me! Why should you waste a tear on such as I am? Do you remember how I told you (barely two hours ago) that my life had come to an end where other fellows hope to begin theirs? I hardly knew myself how prophetic my words would prove.","What has he done?" asks Geoffrey, somewhat bewildered and greatly distressed at her apparent grief.,"Is that the girl who spoke to you, Geoffrey, at the tea room door?" asks Mona, with some animation..