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"But why?" says Mona, trying to read his face. "Am I so different from other people?","It would be kind of you," says he, gratefully. "She will want to know all, and you will do it more tenderly than the others. Do not dwell upon my sins; and say I died—happy. Let her too have a copy of the paper Dr. Bland has now.",Fortunately this dagger refuses to be shaken from its hold. Mona, feeling that fair play is at an end, and that treachery is asserting itself, turns instinctively to her faithful allies the bloodhounds, who have risen, and, with their hair standing straight on their backs, are growling ominously.,"I hardly know.",It is a mere guess on her part,—supported certainly by many tales she has heard of this Ryan of late, but a guess nevertheless. It proves, however, to be a correct one. A man, indistinct, but unmistakable, shows himself on the top of the wall, and pulls his forelock through force of habit.,"Go," she says, again, entreatingly, still with her hand on Geoffrey's breast, as though to keep him back, but with her eyes on Paul.,There is. In the distance, imbedded in trees, lies an extensive farmstead, larger and more home-like than any he has yet seen.,"'7—4,'" murmurs she, absently, still staring intently at the wall.,"I should like it too. And it could be managed, couldn't it? I suppose I could get you a dress.","You shall guess," says Mrs. Geoffrey, gayly, with a little laugh. "Now, where do you think?",He moves towards the door with "pride in his port, defiance in his eye," as Goldsmith would say.,"Geoffrey, will you take me to him?" says Mona, rousing herself..