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Following her, he takes both her hands, and, holding them closely, draws her back to her former position beside him.,Presently he came to another lodge, and the man who owned it came out and spoke to him, asking where he was going. The young man said, "I am looking for my dead wife. I mourn for her so much that I cannot rest. My little boy too keeps crying for his mother. They have offered to give me other wives, but I do not want them. I want the one for whom I am searching.",So he takes her hand, and together they lean over the brink and survey themselves in Nature's glass. Lightly their faces sway to and fro as the running water rushes across the pool,—sway, but do not part; they are always together, as though in anticipation of that happy time when their lives shall be one. It seems like a good omen; and Mona, in whose breast rests a little of the superstition that lies innate in every Irish heart, turns to her lover and looks at him.,"You are pleased to talk conundrums," says Rodney, with a shrug. "I confess my self sufficiently dull to have never guessed one.","I think your Aunt Anastasia was very good to them," says the duchess.,Seeing further talk is useless, Mona slips her hand into Rodney's and leads him down the road.,"Yes, of course," she says, dejectedly. A cloud seems to have fallen upon her happy hour. "When did you hear that—that last singer?" she asks, in a subdued voice.,"Dorothy," says a voice outside at this very instant, so exactly as Doatie pauses that both she and Nicholas start simultaneously.,"No," says Mona, shaking her head. "Not—not to-night. I shall soon.","Waiting—for what? Is it to shoot him?" asks the girl, breathlessly.,"Thank you," says Geoffrey, "but——","Better," says Mona, laughing gayly..