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"Yes. One can understand that," replies she, gravely, not heeding the closeness of his regard. "Many things affect me curiously," she goes on, dreamily,—"sad pictures and poetry and the sound of sweet music.",A long time ago there was a man who had two wives. They were not good women; they did not look after their home nor try to keep things comfortable there. If the man brought in plenty of buffalo cow skins they did not tan them well, and often when he came home at night, hungry and tired after his hunting, he had no food, for these women would be away from the lodge, visiting their relations and having a good time.,"At once," he says, with emphasis.,"But your uncle's death made it all right, didn't it?","Is it possible you see nothing to admire?" says Mona, with intense disgust.,"No, no; I think not. Come here, Geoffrey; do. It is the queerest thing,—like a riddle. See!","It is, in fact, the real and original 'old, old story," says Geoffrey, innocently, smiling mildly at the leg of a distant table.,"Misfortunes seem to crowd upon us," says Lady Rodney, bitterly.,"How melancholy!" says Mona, with a nearer approach to brightness than she has shown all day.,Still she hesitates, and he is not slow to notice the eloquent pause.,"Everybody," says Geoffrey; "that is, all specially nice people. You won't be in the swim at all, unless you take to that sort of thing.","It was true," says Mona: "I was writing letters for Geoffrey.".