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"It is for my sake; but it will break my heart.",She turns from him wrathfully; and Geoffrey, disgusted with himself, steps back and makes no reply. With any other woman of his acquaintance he might perhaps at this juncture have made a mild request that he might be allowed to assist in the lacing or buttoning of her shoes; but with this strange little Irish girl all is different. To make such a remark would be, he feels, to offer her a deliberate insult.,"Come in, Dorothy. I want to speak to you.",Yet pretty Dorothy at her very best moments had never looked, nor ever could look, as lovely as Mona appears now, as she stands with her hands loosely clasped before her, and the divine light of pity in her eyes, that are shining softly like twin stars.,When he reached the camp he went to the lodge of Broken Bow—a brave young man, but very poor.,Rodney casts a quick glance up the road, but no human creature is in sight; nor, indeed, were they here, would they have been of any use. For who in these lawless days would dare defy or call in question the all-powerful Land League?,"Who on earth are you speaking to?" says Geoffrey.,"Perhaps Lady Rodney would not like it.","An' the biggest birds, an' as full o' corn as iver ye see, the rogues!",One day, speaking of Sir Nicholas to Lady Rodney, she had—as was most natural—called him "Nicholas." But she had been cast back upon herself and humiliated to the earth by his mother's look of cold disapproval and the emphasis she had laid upon the "Sir" Nicholas when next speaking of him.,"You don't understand this people as I do. I tell you he will never forgive his downfall the other night, or the thought that he is in your power.","What do you mean, Geoffrey?" demands his mother, with suppressed indignation..