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"Yes," says Mona, devoutly hoping he is going to say he means to refuse it. But such devout hope is wasted.,"I feel it keenly," says Rodney, caressing the handsome creatures as they crouch at his feet. "Where did you get them?","Very self-denying of him, indeed," says Geoffrey, with a slight sneer, and a sigh of relief.,"It will strengthen you," he says, persuasively.,Kŭt-o-yĭs´ then went on, and after a time came to where a woman had made a place for sliding downhill. At the far end of it she had fixed a rope which, when she raised it, would trip people up, and when they were tripped they fell over a high cliff into a deep water, where a great fish ate them.,There is admiration blended with relief in her tone, and Geoffrey begins to feel like a hero of Waterloo.,"Pray do not give yourselves so much trouble on my account," says Lady Rodney, with intense but subdued indignation.,"Tell us, Jenkins," says Nicholas, hastily.,Yet pretty Dorothy at her very best moments had never looked, nor ever could look, as lovely as Mona appears now, as she stands with her hands loosely clasped before her, and the divine light of pity in her eyes, that are shining softly like twin stars.,TO THE READER,But almost on the threshold they come to a full stop to gaze irresolutely at one another, and then over their shoulders at Mona. She, marking their surprise, comes hastily to the front, and so makes herself acquainted with the cause of their delay.,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!.