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A little soft woollen shawl of plain white has slipped from her throat and fallen to the ground, unheeded by her in her great distress. Lifting it almost unwillingly, he comes close to her, and places it round her once again. In so doing he discovers that tears are running down her cheeks.,CHAPTER X.,"Liar!" says Geoffrey between his teeth, his eyes fixed with deadly hatred upon his cousin. "Liar—and thief!" He goes a few steps nearer him, and then waits.,Lady Rodney, rising hurriedly, sails with offended dignity from the room.,"I do adore somebody," returns that ingenuous youth, staring openly at Mona, who is taking up the last stitch dropped by Lady Rodney in the little scarlet silk sock she is knitting for Phyllis Carrington's boy.,"You have spoiled your gown on my account," says Geoffrey, surveying her remorsefully; "and such a pretty gown, too. I don't think I ever saw you looking sweeter than you look to-day. And now your dress is ruined, and it is all my fault!","How can I thank you?" says Maxwell, "for all——","Oh! can nothing be done?" asks Mona, turning to him eyes full of entreaty.,"To Bantry," says Mona, growing white again,—"to-night! Oh, do you want to kill me and yourself?","You may," says Mona, bracing herself for the ordeal.,"Pretty? No. But she dresses very swagger, and always looks nice, and is generally correct all through," replies Mr. Rodney, easily.,"Thank you," replies he stiffly; "yet, after all, I think I should bet upon my own chance.".