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"Oh, Dorothy, don't do that! Don't, my dearest, my pet!" he entreats. "I won't say another word, not one, if you will only stop.","Tell your boy to go to the kitchen," says Mona, thoughtfully, and, Paddy being disposed of, she and Geoffrey go on to the house.,At the farthest end of the room, near a window, lying back in an arm-chair, lies Mona, sound asleep.,"Are you in pain?" she says, in a low, fearful tone. "Do you suffer much?","I am perfectly content, nay more than content, with the match I have made," he says, haughtily; "and if you are alluding to Paul Rodney, I can only say I have noticed nothing reprehensible in Mona's treatment of him.",Mona, turning, confronts the frightened group in the corner, both men and women, with a face changed and aged by grief and indignation.,To her it is always as though he is devoid of name. It is always "he" and "his" and "him," all through, as though no other man existed upon earth.,"Aren't you?" says Mona, in her tender fashion, that implies so kind a doubt. Raising one hand (the other is imprisoned), she draws his face down to her own. "I wouldn't have you altered in any way," she says; "not in the smallest matter. As you are, you are so dear to me you could not be dearer; and I love you now, and I shall always love you, with all my heart and soul.","He must adore you; and no wonder, too," says Mr. Darling, so emphatically that every one smiles, and Jack, clapping him on the back, says,—,"But he wants to marry you. I know he does. Tell me the truth about that," he says, with flattering vehemence.,"Like 'Loraine Loraine Loree,'" says Violet, laughing.,"Who?" "What?" say Mona and Dorothy, in one breath..