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"Do you mean that you would really miss me if I left you for only one day?" he asks, delightedly. "Mona, tell me the truth.","Do not stir. Your head is badly cut, an' it bleeds still," says Mona, with a shoulder. "I cannot stop it. Oh, what shall I do?","You were talking of pigs," says Mona, gently.,Jack is laughing over a letter written by one of the fellows in India; all are deep in their own correspondence.,"I really wish," she says, presently, "you would do what I say. Go to the farm, and—stay there.","Getting what?" asks the duchess, somewhat taken aback.,"Because"—the smile has died away now, and she is looking down upon him, as he lies stretched at her feet in the uncertain moonlight, with an expression sad but earnest,—"because, though I am only a farmer's niece, I cannot bear farmers, and, of course, other people would not care for me.","What can I do for you?" she asks, gently.,Then the young man was glad, and he started forward to kiss her, but she put out her hand and held him back, and said, "Wait; the Sun has spoken to me. He said I may not marry; that I belong to him; that if I listen to him I shall live to great age. So now I say, go to the Sun; say to him, 'She whom you spoke with has listened to your words; she has never done wrong, but now she wants to marry. I want her for my wife.' Ask him to take that scar from your face; that will be his sign, and I shall know he is pleased. But if he refuses, or if you cannot find his lodge, then do not return to me.","Late again, Jermyn," says Sir Nicholas, lazily.,"Pray for me," he says.,"As it is now; it need make no difference to us; and indeed I will not make the trial at all if you shrink from it, or if it makes you in the faintest degree unhappy.".