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"The cold chaste moon, the queen of heaven's bright isles,,"In company with so divine a face, no rancorous thoughts could live," said the duke on one memorable occasion, alluding to Mona, which speech was rather a lofty soat for His Grace, he being for the most part of the earth, earthy.,"But she lost her husband," says Mona, gently.,As time went on the son-in-law began to grow stingy, and pretty soon he gave nothing to his father-in-law's lodge, but kept everything for his own.,"Yet even were it so you would love me, Mona?","An aim!" he says, bitterly. "I think I have found an end to my life where most fellows find a beginning.","You insult me," says Dorothy, growing even whiter than she was before, "when you speak to me of—of——","You did not mean it, Mona, did you? You are content here with me?—you have no regret?","I have disappointed you," she says, tremulously, tears rising quickly. "I am a failure! I am not like the others.","Tired?" says Rodney, fixing his black, gloomy eyes upon her.,The place she has chosen as her mirror is a still pool fringed with drooping grasses and trailing ferns that make yet more dark the sanded floor of the stream.,Indeed, as Dorothy says one day, out of the plenitude of her heart, "How we should possibly have got on without you, Mona, I shudder to contemplate.".