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"Do not trouble yourself to make any further excuse," says Mona, icily.,"Then, no doubt, she heaped upon you priceless gems of Irish wit in her mother-tongue?","I suppose so," she says, in a voice from which all joy has flown. "And it is only natural; you will be happier there." She is looking straight before her. There is no quiver in her tone; her lips do not tremble; yet he can see how pale she has grown beneath the vivid moonlight.,"Oh, indeed!" says Mona; and then, with downcast eyes, "but I don't know, because you never told me before.","I am looking for the place where the Sun lives," replied Scarface. "I have been sent to speak with him.",It seems such a direct running commentary on Mona's supposed ill deed that every one—as by a single impulse—looks up. Nolly and Jack Rodney exchange covert glances. But for the depression that reigns all round, I think these two would have given way to frivolous merriment.,"Perhaps they make their own unhappiness," says Mona, at random. "But Nicholas has done nothing. He is good and gentle always. He knows no evil thoughts. He wishes ill to no man.",She walks deliberately forward and enters the cabin, Geoffrey closely following her.,"It won't be her fault; but of course her people will object, which amounts to the same thing. She can't go against her people, you know.","I give you my honor I didn't. I neither saw nor heard but what I tell you. Why, if I had listened I could fill a volume with their nonsense. Three-quarters of an hour it lasted. How a fellow can take forty-five minutes to say, 'Will you marry me?' passes my comprehension. Whenever I am going to do that sort of thing, which of course," looking at Mona, "will be never now, on account of what you said to me some time since,—but if ever I should be tempted, I shall get it over in twenty seconds precisely: that will even give me time to take her hand and get through the orthodox embrace.","But you told me no maiden aunt had ever come to your assistance," goes on Mona, remorselessly.,Who makes all beautiful on which she smiles!.