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Gentle and just,,Then he turns his head away again to let his eyes rest on Mona, as though nowhere else can peace or comfort be found.,David was taken aback by this strange speaking.,“Yes; but I’m afraid my papa’s dead, he’s been gone so long.” How she hated that word “kid.”,"Ah, that is what we wish to find out," said the doctor, gravely. "But how do I know? Battersea may be the thief.",Stands by her side one bold, bright, steady star,,"Mona," says Geoffrey, to her suddenly, in a low whisper, throwing his arm round her (they are driving home, alone in the small night-brougham)—"Mona, do you know what you have done to-night? The whole room went mad about you. They would talk of no one else. Do not let them turn your head.",The picture was tender and mellow with colour: the springing lights of the early growths of the young year, the venerable face of the cliff as it swept from the slope of down where the windmill was to the beach, the slow motion of violet shadows over green distances;[Pg 12] and the impression of placid provincial life was heightened by the calm in the air which was scarcely vexed by the remote silver ringing of a chapel bell in High Street, Old Harbour Town.,The strains of “Red Wing” having died away, Mrs. Wopp busied herself setting up the crokinole board. “Me and Par won’t play, jist the young folks,” she announced.,"Who--who--told you?" stammered the young man, as pale as death.,"But you didn't cut your throat, after all," says Mona, with a wicked little grimace.,Again Jerry hesitated and Bob realized that a struggle was going on within him..