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"I suppose she is a Roman Catholic," says Sir Nicholas musingly.,"Try, try to understand me," entreats she, desperately, following him and laying her hand upon his arm. "It is only this. It would not make you happy,—not afterwards, when you could see the difference between me and the other women you have known. You are a gentleman; I am only a farmer's niece." She says this bravely, though it is agony to her proud nature to have to confess it.,At this Mona, being a creature of impulse, grows once more pale and troubled.,"It means—the missing will," returns she, in a voice that would have done credit to a priestess of Delphi. As she delivers this oracular sentence, she points almost tragically towards the wall in question.,"Give me your pipe," said Cold Maker.,"It is the way of her world. There is more in training than one quite knows. Now, you are altogether different. I know that; it is perhaps the reason why you have made my heart your own. Do not think it flattery when I tell you there are very few like you, Mona, in the world; but I would have you be generous. Do not let your excellence make you harsh to others. That is a common fault; and all people, darling, are not charactered alike.","The name of the place I mean to stay at—my own actual property—is called Coolnagurtheen," goes on Geoffrey, heedless of her censure.,CHAPTER XXXIII.,"You shall guess," says Mrs. Geoffrey, gayly, with a little laugh. "Now, where do you think?",Perhaps, could she only know how charmingly becoming this style of headdress is to her flower-like face, she would not have blushed at all.,"I understand," says Lady Rodney, faintly, feeling her burden is "greater than she can bear." "She is, without telling, a young woman who laughs uproariously, at everything,—no matter what,—and takes good care her vulgarity shall be read by all who run.","To England!" she repeats, with a most mournful attempt at unconcern, "Will—will that be soon?".