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"I think so, Mona. There is one thing I shall never get.",For nature made her what she is,,"Thanks!" returns he, with an ironical laugh. "How excellently your tone agrees with your words?","Why have you taken all this trouble about us?" says Lady Rodney, leaning forward to look at the girl anxiously, her voice low and trembling.,"7—4. Press top corner,—right hand.","I don't quite know," says Mona, slowly, "but what Uncle Brian principally studies is—pigs!",Mona starts, and regards him fixedly in a puzzled, uncertain manner. What he can possibly mean is unknown to her; but yet she is aware of some inward feeling, some instinct such as animals possess, that warns her to beware of him. She shrinks from him, and in doing so a slight fold of her dress catches in the handle of a writing-table, and detains her.,Another pause. Mona is on thorns. Will the branching path, that may give her a chance of escaping a further tete-a-tete with him, never be reached?,He groans within him that he cannot think of any speech bordering on the Grandisonian, that may be politely addressed to this sylvan nymph; but all such speeches fail him. Who can she be? Were ever eyes so liquid before, or lips so full of feeling?,Now, after the third night the chief ghost called together all the people, and they came, and with them came the man's wife. One of the ghosts was beating a drum, and following him was another who carried the Worm Pipe, which they gave to him.,The girl clasps her hands passionately, and turns her eyes on Rodney.,"No," replied the old man, "but hurry and put the kettle on the fire.".