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"I must go now. Good-night," says Mona, kindly if coldly. He escorts her to the door of the conservatory There Lauderdale, who is talking with some men, comes forward and offers her his arm to take her to the carriage. And then adieux are said, and the duke accompanies her downstairs, whilst Lady Rodney contents herself with one of her sons.,"There is too much to forgive," says Lady Rodney, and as she speaks two tears roll down her cheeks. This evidence of emotion from her is worth a torrent from another.,"It is late," he says. "You should be at home, child. Who am I, that you should do me so great a service?" Then, turning quietly to Rodney, "I have not the pleasure of your acquaintance, sir," he says, gravely; "but I entreat you to take Miss Scully safely back to the Farm without delay.","No, no; I think not. Come here, Geoffrey; do. It is the queerest thing,—like a riddle. See!",When he awoke the sun was in the middle of the sky. His leg and arm were swollen and pained him, yet he started to go home, and for a time struggled onward; but at last, tired and discouraged, he sat down.,He drops her arm, and looks as though he is prepared to drop her acquaintance also, at a moment's notice.,"I have wronged you," says Lady Rodney, in a low tone, covering her face with her hands.,"Oh, yes, I am quite ready," says Mona, starting somewhat guiltily. And then they pass out through the big yard-gate, with the two dogs at their heels, and their attendant squire, who brings up the rear with a soft whistle that rings through the cool night-air and tells the listening stars that the "girl he loves is his dear," and his "own, his artless Nora Creana.","Misfortunes seem to crowd upon us," says Lady Rodney, bitterly.,"'A careless shoe-string in whose tie,It is Paul Rodney.,"No, no; I think not. Come here, Geoffrey; do. It is the queerest thing,—like a riddle. See!".