When was the Wild West at its Peak

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"How d'ye do, Mrs. Rodney? Is Lady Rodney at home? I hope so," says Mrs. Carson, a fat, florid, smiling, impossible person of fifty.,"Yes,—so far," returns she, coldly.,"Where can Mona be?" says Doatie, suddenly.,"It was very unkind," says Mona; "and he has a hateful face.","Well, really, you know, yes. I think there is something special about her," he says, feeling himself in duty bound to say something.,"Will that take her long?" asks Mona, somewhat wistfully, feeling, without understanding, some want in his voice.,She lays her hand upon her heart, as though she would say, "The wound lies here," and once more turns to the door.,"Tell me about your mother," she says, folding her hands easily in her lap. "I mean,—what is she like? Is she cold, or proud, or stand-off?" There is keen anxiety in her tone.,"And to think we all sat pretty nearly every evening within a yard or two of that blessed will, and never knew anything about it!" he says, at last, in a tone of unmitigated disgust.,"You are speaking of Lady Chetwoode? Was it her that called last week?" asks Mona, timidly, forgetting grammar in her nervousness.,"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.","The loose train of thy amber-drooping hair.".