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Then Mona rises, and they both come to the entrance of the small room, and stand where Lady Rodney can overhear what they are saying.,"Oh, no," says Geoffrey, hastily, recovering himself just in time; "she's all right, you know, my mother; and you'll like her awfully when—when you know her, and when—when she knows you.",She winds her arms, around him, seeing he is still determined to go, and, throwing back her head, looks into his face.,"Will that take her long?" asks Mona, somewhat wistfully, feeling, without understanding, some want in his voice.,A branch of a tree overspreading the water catches his attention. It is not strong, but it suggests itself as a means to the desired end. It is indeed slim to a fault, and unsatisfactory to an alarming degree, but it must do, and Geoffrey, swinging himself up to it, tries it first, and then standing boldly upon it, leans over towards the spot where the fern can be seen.,"Oh, why did you come?" she said to her father. "They will surely kill you.","Thief!" echoes Paul in a terrible tone. His whole face quivers, A murderous light creeps into his eyes.,Then Mrs. Geoffrey turns quickly, and runs home at the top of her speed. She is half sad, yet half exultant, being filled to the very heart with the knowledge that life, joy, and emancipation from present evil lie in her pocket. This thought crowns all others.,"Thief!" echoes Paul in a terrible tone. His whole face quivers, A murderous light creeps into his eyes.,"As you have refused to explain your presence here to me, you shall remain where you now are until help arrives," says Mona, with evident determination.,"Why should I despise you?" asks she, slowly, opening her eyes.,"Promise me you will not go back to Coolnagurtheen to-night?" she says, earnestly. "At the inn, down in the village, they will give you a bed.".