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"Insolence, sir, is perhaps another part of your role," returns she, with cold but excessive anger.,She smiles again. Lady Rodney, watching her intently, tells herself if this is acting it is the most perfectly done thing she ever saw in her life, either on the stage or off it.,"Do you know, Mona," says the young man, sorrowfully, "you are too good for me,—a fellow who has gone racketing all over the world for years. I'm not half worthy of you.","Do not stir. Your head is badly cut, an' it bleeds still," says Mona, with a shoulder. "I cannot stop it. Oh, what shall I do?","And you heard them? Nolly, explain yourself," says his sister, severely.,"Mona, it is not—it cannot be—but is it?" asks he incoherently.,"Is there no hope?" asks Geoffrey, gravely.,"I have nothing to do with you. Go your ways. It is with him I have to settle," says the man, morosely.,"Oh, Nolly!" says Dorothy, hastily.,"I shall always love you," says the girl, with sweet seriousness, "better than my life. But in that case I should always, too have a regret.","I promise you faithfully," says Mona.,"Of the purest," says Geoffrey..