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She is clad in a long white dressing-gown, loose, yet clinging, that betrays each curve of her svelte, lissom figure. It is bordered with swansdown, and some rich white lace, that sits high to her neck and falls over her small hands. Her hair is drawn back into a loose knot, that looks as if it would tumble down her back should she shake her head. She is pale, and her eyes are peculiarly large and dark from excitement. They are fixed upon Rodney with a gaze that belies all idea of fear, and her lips are compressed and somewhat dangerous.,"If I made a mistake I am sorry for it.",Mona hesitates, then says, shyly, with downcast eyes,—,"I am staying at a shooting-lodge called Coolnagurtheen. Do you know where that is.",Soon some people came to meet them and said, "What is this? Why are you mourning? Where is your husband?",Something was coming through the brush near him, breaking the sticks as it walked. Was it the Snakes following his trail? Mīka´pi strung his bow and drew his arrows from the quiver. He waited.,"You may try just as hard as ever you like," she says, with dignity: "I sha'n't!","No; I am quite warm," says Mona, in a low, sad tone.,"Well, so I do love him. And just then it was of him I was thinking: when I looked up to the sky his words came back to me. You remember what he says about the moon rising 'over the pallid sea and the silvery mist of the meadows,' and how,—,Mother of stars! the heavens look up to thee.","My dear child, don't talk like that," he says, nervously: "you're done up, you know. Come to bed.",Soon some people came to meet them and said, "What is this? Why are you mourning? Where is your husband?".