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No one answers; the very moanings of the old crone in the chimney-corner are hushed as the clear young voice rings through the house, and then stops abruptly, as though its owner is overcome with emotion. The men move back a little, and glance uneasily and with some fear at her from under their brows.,"Yes, I know it," says Geoffrey.,"So every spirit, as it is most pure,It is the 14th of December, and "bitter chill." Upon all the lawns and walks at the Towers, "Nature, the vicar of the almightie Lord," has laid its white winding-sheet. In the long avenue the gaunt and barren branches of the stately elms are bowed down with the weight of the snow, that fell softly but heavily all last night, creeping upon the sleeping world with such swift and noiseless wings that it recked not of its visit till the chill beams of a wintry sun betrayed it.,The little pathetic insinuation is as perfect as it is touching.,Never afterwards will she forget the glance of gratitude that meets hers, and that lights up all his face, even his dim eyes, as she grants him this gentle pitiful caress.,And Mona, rousing herself from her unsatisfactory reverie, draws her breath quickly and then moves homeward.,"I have disappointed you," she says, tremulously, tears rising quickly. "I am a failure! I am not like the others.","The boys!" repeats he, mystified.,"No; not a petty squire," says Mona; "and I think you do know him. And why should I be ashamed to tell my name to any one?","I did not expect you would say anything else," returns she, coldly. "Is she quite without blood?",He drops his eyes, and the low, sneering laugh she has learned to know and to hate so much comes again to his lips..