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Here they behold the faithful Biddy, craning her long neck up and down the road, and filled with wildest anxiety.,"I wonder you do not hate me," says Mona, with a brokenhearted sob, "when you remember I am of the same blood as these wretches.","They would be, of course," says the duchess.,"Show Mr. Rodney in here, Bridget," says Mona unflinchingly, not looking at the distressed maid, or indeed at anything but the unobservant butter. And Bridget, with a sigh that strongly resembles the snort of a war-horse, ushers Mr. Rodney into the dairy.,"I will, darlin', shurely," says Bridget, who adores the ground she walks on; and then, turning, she leaves her. Mona lays her hand on Geoffrey's arm.,"He was very eccentric, but quite correct," says Lady Rodney, reprovingly.,When the two had come to a hill near the camp they met a young man, and by him sent word that the people should make a sweat-house for them. After the sweat-house had been made, word was sent to them, and they entered the camp and went into the sweat-house and took a sweat, and all the time while they were sweating, sand was falling from their bodies.,"What are you talking about?" asks Geoffrey, joining Mona and her companion.,"Then why did you choose that song?","Thief!" interrupts Rodney, repeating the vile word again, as though deaf to everything but this degrading accusation. Then there is a faint pause, and then——,"But you were not afraid to dance with Lauderdale, my son?" says the duchess, looking at her.,He is overcome with contrition, and would perhaps have said something betraying his scorn of himself, but she prevents him..