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"Not very soon. But some time, of course, I must go.",He told the old women to move over to the bear-painted lodge and after this to live in it. It was theirs.,"That's me," says Mona, glancing at him archly from under her long lashes.,"If ever you should be sorry afterwards," she says, miserably, still tormenting herself with unseen evils,—"if ever I should see discontent in your eyes, how would it be with me then?","Will that take her long?" asks Mona, somewhat wistfully, feeling, without understanding, some want in his voice.,"Mona," says Geoffrey, to her suddenly, in a low whisper, throwing his arm round her (they are driving home, alone in the small night-brougham)—"Mona, do you know what you have done to-night? The whole room went mad about you. They would talk of no one else. Do not let them turn your head.","Angry? no!" he says, recovering himself, as he notices the penitence on the face upraised to his.,"I shall remember," says Mona, not knowing what the paper contains. "And who am I, that I should dwell upon the sins of another? Are you tired, Paul? How fearfully pale you are looking!","Do not come any nearer," he says, hastily, "I can tell it all to you better, more easily, when I cannot see you.","Mona, do be friends with me," he says at last, desperately, driven to simplicity of language through his very misery. There is a humility in this speech that pleases her.,It is an old song she chooses, and simple as old, and sweet as simple. I almost forget the words now, but I know it runs in this wise:,"What does she mean?" asks he of his brother, who is distinctly amused. "Does she wish poor old Geoff had married a bad one? I confess myself at fault.".