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"Because you were at home," replies Mona, quietly, though in deep distress.,"Not a bit," replied Cold Maker. "We are very comfortable.","Ah! Then you refuse to answer me," says Mona, hastily, if somewhat wearily.,"I sha'n't go to bed at all," declares Mrs. Geoffrey, excitedly. "I shall never go to bed again, I think, until all this is cleared up. Geoffrey, bring me over that chair.","Now, that is very kind of you," she says, lifting her eyes, humid with tears, to his. "And I think it will take only a very little time to make me love you!","Certainly dear. Who is it?","Did he?" says Mona. "Geoffrey gave me these pearls," pointing to a pretty string round her own white neck, "a month after we were married. It seems quite a long time ago now," with a sigh and a little smile. "But your opals are perfect. Just like the moonlight. By the by," as if it has suddenly occurred to her, "did you ever see the lake by moonlight? I mean from the mullioned window in the north gallery?",All this she breathes forth in disjointed sentences as she rushes, like a light-footed deer, across the ploughed land into the wet grass beyond.,"No, it will not shock me," returns Mona, quietly; whereupon he sits down, and Biddy puts a basin on the table, and Mona, with trembling fingers, takes a scissors, and cuts away the shirt-sleeve from his wounded arm. Then she bathes it.,"Very self-denying of him, indeed," says Geoffrey, with a slight sneer, and a sigh of relief.,"I have nothing to do with you. Go your ways. It is with him I have to settle," says the man, morosely.,Float slowly o'er the sky, to meet the rays.