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"No,"—slowly,—"I do not. If I did, I should not love you as—as I do.","Go to the spring," said the chief, "and tell that young man to let the girl go; she is to be my wife.",But that she masked it in modestie,,"I don't know," says Mona unconvinced. "I would go against all the people in the world rather than be bad to you. And to forsake him, too, at the very time when he will most want sympathy, at the very hour of his great trouble. Oh! that is shameful! I shall not like her, I think.","There are things that chill one more than water," returns he, slightly offended by her tone.,"Well, you know that's better than a farmer's common niece," says Jack, consolingly.,"Oh, no! it is not that! you must know it is not that," says Mona, in deep grief. "It is that I cannot marry you!","Not even to me?" with a sardonic laugh.,"Now you speak sensibly. The sooner you begin to hate me the better.","Oh, yes, thank you," says Mona, who is both surprised and carried away by the other's unexpected eloquence.,These last advance in a leisurely manner up the room, yet with somewhat of the sneaking air of those who are in the possession of embarrassing news that must be told before much time goes by. The thought of this perhaps deadens their perception and makes them blind to the fact that the others are unnaturally quiet.,"Is that a compliment?" she says, wistfully. "Is it well to be unlike all the world? Yet what you say is true, no doubt. I suppose I am different from—from all the other people you know.".