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"You jest," says Mona, full of calm reproach. "I mean how strangely people fall into one's lives and then out again!" She hesitates. Perhaps something in his face warns her, perhaps it is the weariness of her own voice that frightens her, but at this moment her whole expression changes, and a laugh, forced but apparently full of gayety, comes from her lips. It is very well done indeed, yet to any one but a jealous lover her eyes would betray her. The usual softness is gone from them, and only a well-suppressed grief and a pride that cannot be suppressed take its place.,"You did not mean it, Mona, did you? You are content here with me?—you have no regret?",Then they move on once more, and go down the road that leads towards the farm.,"Yes; the one with the brown feather," returns Mona, quickly, and with a smile radiant and grateful, that sinks into Violet's heart and rests there.,"Yes; I wore my big Rubens hat, the one with——","It is quite an old story," goes on Nolly.,"But, as I said to Lady Rodney, suppose I haven't a headache," retorts Mona, triumphantly.,So it the fairer bodie doth procure,"Oh, yes, lots of 'em," says Mr. Darling, who has come suddenly up beside them: "for instance, I don't believe I ever said it in all my life, either to myself or to any one else. Are you engaged, Mrs. Geoffrey? And if not, may I have this dance?",But Mona has read, and understands perfectly.,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.,"Heaven," repeats he, with a sigh. "I have forgotten to think of heaven.".