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Nor motion, I might almost say,,"I hope she has, poor soul: she will want it," says Geoffrey, feelingly; and then he falls to whistling the "Two Obadiahs" softly, yet with a relish, beneath his breath.,"I should think it a long journey," says Mona, shaking her head.,"Yes, it was I," she says. "And why shouldn't I? Is it to see you drown I would? I—I didn't want you to find out; but"—quickly—"I would do the same for any one at any time. You know that.",One o'clock chimes the tiny timepiece on the mantelshelf; outside the sound is repeated somewhere in the distance in graver, deeper tones.,"No one blames you," says Mona; "yet it is hard that Nicholas should be made unhappy.","Thank you," says Geoffrey, a little dryly, accepting her words as they are said, not as he feels they are meant.,"And perhaps, too, the law may be on his side: there is plenty of time yet for a missing will or a—a—useful witness to turn up. That will," says Mona, musingly, "must be somewhere. I cannot tell you why I think so, but I am quite sure it is still in existence, that no harm has come to it. It may be discovered yet.","Yes. I thank you for your goodness," returns he, slowly.,"Fancy a turkey ghost," says Mona. "How ugly it would be. It would have all its feathers off, of course.","Come," he said, taking hold of her arm.,CHAPTER XXXII..