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'There is a pleasure sure,At this voice every one starts! Mona, slipping her hand into Geoffrey's, draws him to one side; Lady Rodney rises from her sofa, and Sir Nicholas goes eagerly towards the door.,Since that time the deer has had no gall and the antelope no dew-claws.,A pause. Mona mechanically but absently goes on with her work, avoiding all interchange of glances with her deceitful lover. The deceitful lover is plainly meditating a fresh attack. Presently he overturns an empty churn and seats himself on the top of it in a dejected fashion.,"Enjoying myself?—No, I never do that," says Rodney, with unexpected frankness.,It is the morning after Lady Chetwoode's ball. Every one has got down to breakfast. Every one is in excellent spirits, in spite of the fact that the rain is racing down the window-panes in torrents, and that the post is late.,"But why should night produce melancholy?" says Nicholas, dreamily. "It is but a reflection of the greater light, after all. What does Richter call it? 'The great shadow and profile of day.' It is our own morbid fancies that make us dread it.","It is insupportable such an insinuation," says the lively Doatie. "Violet, Mona's cause is ours: what shall we do with him?","Thunder has stolen my wife," the man answered. "I am looking for his dwelling-place that I may find her.","If I must ask Edith Carson, I shall feel I am doing something against my will," says Lady Rodney.,"I should think it a long journey," says Mona, shaking her head.,"Anywhere you like. I'm sure we deserve some compensation for the awful sermon that curate gave us this morning.".