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"I did not expect you would say anything else," returns she, coldly. "Is she quite without blood?","No, I am not afraid," says the girl, resisting his effort to put himself before her; and when he would have spoken she puts up her hands, and warns him to keep silence.,Rodney, with the boy at his side, is covering ground in a state of blissful uncertainty. He may be a mile from home, or ten miles, for all he knows, and the boy seems none the wiser.,"Now, that is the first unkind thing you have ever said to me," retorts he.,"Oh, Nolly!" says Dorothy, hastily.,"Well, we thought you would know," says Lady Rodney, speaking for the first time.,Geoffrey, who would be at any moment as polite to a dairymaid as to a duchess, follows her, and, much to her discomfort,—though she is too civil to say so,—helps her to lay the table. He even insists on filling a dish with the potatoes, and having severely burned his fingers, and having nobly suppressed all appearance of pain,—beyond the dropping of two or three of the esculent roots upon the ground,—brings them in triumph to the spot where Mona is sitting.,And here perhaps it will be as well to explain the trouble that at this time weighs heavily upon the Rodney family.,Suddenly a bell rings in the distance. This is the signal for the men to cease from work and go to their dinners. It must be two o'clock.,"No.",She says this in such perfect good faith that Mr. Rodney roars with laughter.,She doesn't want in the very least to know who he is, but thinks it her duty to say something, as the silence being protracted grows embarrassing..