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She nods her head gayly as she says this, being pleased at her apt quotation from the one book she has studied very closely.,An hour later, coming out of it again, feeling harassed and anxious, he finds Dorothy walking restlessly up and down the corridor outside, as though listening for some sound she pines to hear. Her pretty face, usually so bright and debonnaire, is pale and sad. Her lips are trembling.,"I felt nothing, nothing, but the one thing that I was powerless to help you," says Mona, passionately; "that was bitter.","But why?—why? Is it because you love me? Oh, Mona! If it is that! At times I have thought so, and yet again I have feared you do not love me as—as I love you.","What are you talking about?" asks Geoffrey, joining Mona and her companion.,"Ye—es; he will do," says Mona, after a second's careful thought, and even now reluctantly.,"Well, I really wish I had seen her," says the good-humored duchess, smiling in sympathy, and beginning to feel herself more capable of thorough enjoyment than she has been for years. "Was she witty, as all Irish people are said to be?",His eyes, black and faintly savage, seem to burn into hers.,"Of the last time I heard any one sing," returns he, slowly. "I was comparing that singer very unfavorably with you. Your voice is so unlike what one usually hears in drawing-rooms.",This is a thunderbolt. They all start guiltily, and regard Mona with wonder. What is she going to say next?,"This spot always brings to my mind the thoughts of other people," says Mona, softly. "I am very fond of poetry: are you?",There is admiration blended with relief in her tone, and Geoffrey begins to feel like a hero of Waterloo..