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"It was some joke, of course?" goes on Violet, not having received any answer to her first question.,At home—in Sydney, I mean—the life was different. It was free, unfettered, and in a degree lawless. It suited me better.","Eh?" says Mona.,"Mona," says Nicholas, roughly, laying his hand on her shoulder, and shaking her slightly, "I forbid you talking like that. It is nobody's fault. It is the will of God. It is morbid and sinful of you to let such a thought enter your head.","Mona! Do you want me to stay?" asks he, suddenly, taking her hands in his. "Tell me the truth.","Oh, poor Nicholas!" says Mona sadly, "and poor little Doatie!",His tone is full of sadness and longing, and something akin to fear. He has been much in the world, and has seen many of its evil ways, and this is the result of his knowledge. As he gazes on and wonders at her marvellous beauty, for an instant (a most unworthy instant) he distrusts her. Yet surely never was more groundless doubt sustained, as one might know to look upon her eyes and mouth, for in the one lies honest love, and in the other firmness.,And love but her forever;,"Yes, I shall say——" anxiously.,Violet is growing as nearly frightened as good breeding will permit at the protracted sobbing, when Sir Nicholas speaks.,Then, after a pause, "Where will they bury me?" he asks, suddenly. "Do you think they will put me in the family vault?" He seems to feel some anxiety on this point.,"Come, hurry," says Mona, turning to Geoffrey, with a light laugh that seems to spring from her very heart. "Would you have the 'tay' get cold while you are making up your mind? I at least must go.".