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"She is not a lady," says Lady Rodney, as though that should terminate the argument.,He drops her arm, and looks as though he is prepared to drop her acquaintance also, at a moment's notice.,Of life, or living creature,,To which she answers, "No. How should I? But tell me.",Ashamed of his vehemence, he stoops, and, raising the will from the ground, presents it to her courteously. "Take it: it is yours," he says. Mona closes her fingers on it vigorously, and by a last effort of grace suppresses the sigh of relief that rises from her heart.,"And thinks you perfection?" in an impossible tone, losing both his head and his temper completely. "He is rich, I suppose; why don't you marry him?","Now, hurry, Bridget," says Mona's low soft voice,—that "excellent thing in woman." "Don't be any time. Just give that to Kitty, and say one prayer, and be back in ten minutes.","Very," returns he, surprised. He has not thought of her as one versed in lore of any kind. "What poets do you prefer?","You are speaking of Lady Chetwoode? Was it her that called last week?" asks Mona, timidly, forgetting grammar in her nervousness.,"It is for my sake; but it will break my heart.","Your foot is plainly 'on your native heath,'" says Nolly, "though your name may not be 'McGregor.' What on earth were you saying to that old woman for the last four hours?","Yes," says Mona, devoutly hoping he is going to say he means to refuse it. But such devout hope is wasted..