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Mona, with a beating heart, but with a courage that gives calmness to her outward actions, closes the window, draws the shutters together, bars them, and then goes back to Geoffrey, who has not moved since Rodney's departure.,Whereat the boy smiles and grins consumedly, as though charmed with his companion's metaphor, though in reality he understands it not at all.,And now what remains to be told? But little, I think! For my gentle Mona has reached that haven where she would be!,"They certainly must be a lively lot, if all one hears is true," says Geoffrey, with a suppressed yawn.,After a little while, pausing beside a doorway, she casts an upward glance at her companion.,"Is that all?" says Mona, with quick contempt, seeing him pause. "Why, there is nothing in that! I pinned a flower into your coat only yesterday.",CHAPTER XXIII.,"Oh, yes, I am quite ready," says Mona, starting somewhat guiltily. And then they pass out through the big yard-gate, with the two dogs at their heels, and their attendant squire, who brings up the rear with a soft whistle that rings through the cool night-air and tells the listening stars that the "girl he loves is his dear," and his "own, his artless Nora Creana.","Is your brother, Mr. Rodney, like you?" asks Mona presently.,and light breaks through shutter and curtain, and objects pale and ghostly at first soon grow large and intimate.,"That's right, then," says Mona, quite pleased at her success.,"I am indeed dear to you, I think," says Mona, softly and thankfully, growing a little pale through the intensity of her emotion..