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"'A haughty spirit comes before a fall,'" quotes he contemptuously.,As he approached, an old woman, bent with age and crippled, came from the lodge door and looked at him.,"Dear Lady Rodney, no," cries the horrified Æsthetic, rather losing faith in her hostess. "I mean about his resigning lands and heritage, position, title, everything—all that a man holds most dear, for a mere sentiment. And then it was so nice of him to shoot himself, and leave her all his money. Surely you must see that?",From the cabins pale wreaths of smoke rise slowly, scarce stirred by the passing wind. Going by one of these small tenements, before which the inevitable pig is wallowing in an unsavory pool, a voice comes to him, fresh and joyous, and plainly full of pleasure, that thrills through his whole being. It is to him what no other voice ever has been, or ever can be again. It is Mona's voice!,She pauses. But for the absurdity of the thing, Mr. Rodney would swear there is hope in her tone.,Since that time the deer has had no gall and the antelope no dew-claws.,"Blame no one," says Mona. "But if there is anything in your own heart to condemn you, then pause before you go further in this matter of the Towers.","How paltry this country must appear in comparison with your own!" goes on the girl, longing for a contradiction, and staring at her little brown hands, the fingers of which are twining and intertwining nervously with one another, "How glad you will be to get back to your own home!","No, no; I think not. Come here, Geoffrey; do. It is the queerest thing,—like a riddle. See!",She is a very little girl, quite half a head shorter than Mona, and, now that one can see her more plainly as she stands on the hearthrug, something more than commonly pretty.,"Do you?" says Geoffrey, in a tone that means much.,Of that mysterious instrument, the soul,.