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"Mrs. Carson has come to see you," she says, in an agony of fear, giving her a little shake.,"Go on, Nolly," says Nicholas.,COLD MAKER'S MEDICINE,And love but her forever;,Everybody at this smiles involuntarily,—everybody, that is, except Nolly, who feels faint again, and turns a rich and lively crimson.,"You are pleased to talk conundrums," says Rodney, with a shrug. "I confess my self sufficiently dull to have never guessed one.",At this they both laugh heartily, and Mona returns no more to the lachrymose mood that has possessed her for the last five minutes.,He finds Mona on his return sitting on a bank, laughing and trying to recover her breath.,"You shall guess," says Mrs. Geoffrey, gayly, with a little laugh. "Now, where do you think?","To ask the question is a rudeness," she says, steadily, though her heart is cold and hurt. "Yet I will answer you. In our country, and in our class," with an amount of inborn pride impossible to translate, "we do not marry a man because he is 'rich,' or in other words, sell ourselves for gold.","Poor Mona!" says Geoffrey; "don't tell her about it, as remorse may sadden her.",This is half a question; and Geoffrey, answering it from his heart, sinks even deeper into the mire..