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"But why?" says Mona, trying to read his face. "Am I so different from other people?","She is very seldom at home, but I think I like her better than any one I ever met.","Malcolm, who was that lovely creature you were talking to just now?" asks his mother, as Lauderdale draws near her.,"No, no," she says, drawing herself up and speaking with a touch of pride that sits very sweetly on her; "I beg you will say nothing. Mere words could not cure the wound you have inflicted.","And thinks you perfection?" in an impossible tone, losing both his head and his temper completely. "He is rich, I suppose; why don't you marry him?","Go out then," said Kŭt-o-yĭs´, "and get some wood. We will make a bow and some arrows, and in the morning we will go down to where the buffalo are and kill something to eat.","A little," says Mona. It is perhaps the nearest approach to a falsehood she has ever made.,"Don't throw me over that blue envelope, Nick," says Nolly: "I don't seem to care about it. I know it, I think it seems familiar. You may have it, with my love. Mrs. Geoffrey, be so good as to tear it in two.","And a profusion of gold, too," says Lady Rodney, with a sigh.,"It won't be her fault; but of course her people will object, which amounts to the same thing. She can't go against her people, you know.","Oh, no! no!" says Mona, shrinking from him. "Why cherish such revenge in your heart? Would you kill me too, that you speak like this? Fling such thoughts far from you, and strive after good. Revenge is the food of fools.",Friday is fine, and towards nightfall grows still milder, until it seems that even in the dawn of October a summer's night may be born..