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And so matters stood when Mona came to the Towers.,Ten minutes later, having bidden their hostess a hearty farewell, they step out into the open air and walk towards the farm.,"Well, she did. I don't remember about that, you know. I was quite a little chap, and hustled out of sight if I said 'boo.' But of course she's got over all that, and is as jolly as a sand-boy now," says Geoffrey, gayly. (If only Lady Rodney could have heard him comparing her to a "sand-boy"!),"Oh, no! it is not that! you must know it is not that," says Mona, in deep grief. "It is that I cannot marry you!","Thunder has stolen my wife," the man answered. "I am looking for his dwelling-place that I may find her.",Geoffrey utters an exclamation, and Mona, after one swift comprehensive glance at the rifled cupboard, bursts into tears. The bitter disappointment is more than she can bear.,"It is really hardly worth talking about," she says, grandly. "I was foolish to lay so great a stress on such a trifling matter. It doesn't signify, not in the least. But—but," the blood mounting to her brow, "if ever you speak of it again,—if ever you even mention the word 'heather,'—I shall hate you!","For the agint, miss. Oh, if ye tell on me now they'll kill me. Maxil, ye know; me lord's agint.",Then she strains the water from it, and looks with admiration upon its steaming contents. "The murphies" (as, I fear, she calls the potatoes) are done to a turn.,"And a very good thing, too," puts in Jack, tolerantly: "it won't last, you know, so he may as well have it strong while he is about it.","How melancholy!" says Mona, with a nearer approach to brightness than she has shown all day.,"Why, what is this?" she says, a moment later; "and what a curious hand! Not a gentleman's surely.".