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Then she gathers up her gown and runs swiftly back to the farm. "Miss Mona, come in; the tay will be cold, an' the rashers all spoiled, an' the masther's callin' for ye." "Thank you," says Geoffrey, "but——".
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"You are sure?"—doubtfully. Flattery goes a long way with most men, but in this instance the subtle poison touches Mr. Rodney even more than it pleases him. He presses the hand that rests upon his arm an eighth of an inch nearer to his heart than it was before, if that be possible. "It is all very absurd," says Rodney, impatiently. "If a year, or two, or twenty, were to go by, it would be all the same; I should love you then as I love you to-day, and no other woman. Be reasonable, darling; give up this absurd idea." "Yes, I excuse you," he says, with a curious stress upon the pronoun, and a rather strained smile. The room is filling with other people, the last dance having plainly come to an end. Geoffrey, taking Mona's arm, leads her into the hall..
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