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Mere beauty of form and feature will fade indeed, but Mona's beauty lies not altogether in nose or eyes or mouth, but rather in her soul, which compels her face to express its lightest meaning. It is in her expression, which varies with each passing thought, changing from "grave to gay, from lively to severe," as the soul within speaks to it, that her chief charm dwells. She is never quite the same for two minutes running,—which is the surest safeguard against satiety. And as her soul is pure and clean, and her face is truly the index to her mind, all it betrays but endears her to and makes richer him who reads it.,"It was rather better than I anticipated, thank you," not in the haughty tone adopted by her half an hour ago, but, in an unnerved and frightened whisper.,"Oh, Mona, if you could only know how wretched I was all last night," he says; "I never put in such a bad time in my life.","Comfort? I think of nothing else," she says, dreamily.,"Why do you say that?" he asked.,The duke loses his head a little.,"It is very strange," says Mona, with a dissatisfied sigh, "but I'll tell you all about it by and by.","'What darling little hands you have!'" begins Nolly, quite innocently.,"Oh, go on; do," says Mr. Darling, in a second aside, who is by this time a brilliant purple from fear and indignation.,It was on this stream near the mountains that the Piegans were camped when Mīka´pi went to war. This was long ago.,"That's right, then," says Mona, quite pleased at her success.,"Oh, no, don't," says Mona, earnestly. Then she stops short, and blushes a faint sweet crimson..