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"You mustn't think I supposed you kept it for any other purpose," he says, quite solemnly, and in such a depressed tone that Mona almost feels sorry for him.,"Yes. Hurry, darling. If you think you can bear it, you should lose no time. Minutes even, I fear, are precious in this case.",In the background partly hidden by the gathering gloom, some fifteen men, and one or two women, are all huddled together, whispering eagerly, with their faces almost touching. The women, though in a great minority, are plainly having the best of it.,"But you were not afraid to dance with Lauderdale, my son?" says the duchess, looking at her.,There were those who said she clung to him because of his wonderful likeness to the picture of his grandfather in the south gallery, Sir Launcelot by name, who in choicest ruffles and most elaborate queue, smiled gayly down upon the passers-by.,"Oh, Mona, will you always love me as you do now?",But hark! What is this that greets her ear? The ring of horse's feet upon the quiet road!,"There is hardly any taste so charming or so engrossing as that for flowers," says Geoffrey, making this trite little speech, that sounds like a copy-book, in his most engaging style. "My mother and cousin do a great deal of that sort of thing when at home.","More comfortable, at least.",Hame, hame to my ain countrie,,Into a breathless, dewy sleep; so still,"Better," says Mona, laughing gayly..