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"Why, you never even saw him," says Mona, opening her eyes.,During the past month he has grown singularly domestic, and fond of home and its associations. Perhaps Violet has something to do with this, with her little calm thoroughbred face, and gentle manners, and voice low and trainante. Yet it would be hard to be sure of this, Captain Rodney being one of those who have "sighed to many," without even the saving clause of having "loved but one." Yet with regard to Mona there is no mistake about Jack Rodney's sentiments. He likes her well (could she but know it) in all sincerity.,It revives him somewhat. And presently the intenser pallor dies away, and speech returns to him.,He says this quickly, yet fearfully. If she should take his proposal badly, what shall he do? He stares with flattering persistency upon a distant donkey that adorns a neighboring field, and calmly awaits fate. It is for once kind to him. Mona, it is quite evident, fails to see any impropriety in his speech.,But when they have turned a corner and are quite out of sight and hearing, Rodney stops short and says, hurriedly,—,For a brief instant the Australian's eyes flash fire; then he lowers his lids, and laughs quite easily.,"Oh, no," says Mona, shocked at this interpretation of her manner. "I did not mean all that; only I really did not require it; at least"—truthfully—"not much. And, besides, a song is not like a gold chain; and you are quite different from them; and besides, again,"—growing slightly confused, yet with a last remnant of courage,—"there is no reason why you should give me anything. Shall I"—hurriedly—"sing something else for you?",A moment later a big bull jumped high over the wall of the piskun and came toward her, and now truly she was frightened.,"It almost amounts to it," says Nicholas, with a frown.,The Australian seems particularly struck with this fact. He stares in a thoughtful fashion at the wall with the small panels, seeming blind to the other beauties of the room.,"Dance no more to-night with that fellow," he says quickly, as they get outside.,And she answers,—.