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He follows her, full of remorse and contrition. Her glance, even more than her words, has covered him with shame, and cured him of his want of generosity.,"You are very much to be admired," says his mother, in an abominable tone.,"Why need you go until after Christmas?" she says, in a tone so low that he can barely hear her.,"You know your mother will object to me," says Mona, with an effort, speaking hurriedly, whilst a little fleck of scarlet flames into her cheeks.,"Don't go on, miss," says the boy, with much excitement. "Don't ye. I see ye coming', an', no matter what they do to me, I says to myself, I'll warn her surely. They're waitin' for the agint below, an' maybe they might mistake ye for some one else in the dark, an' do ye some harm.","You have something important to say to me," says Mona, presently, seeing he will not speak: "at least, so your letter led me to believe.","Oh, I got the ould man to bed hours ago; for I knew if he stayed up that he'd get mortial wearin', an' be the death of us if he knew ye were out so late. An' truth to say, Miss Mona," changing her tone from one of extreme joy and thankfulness to another of the deepest censure, "'twas the world an' all of bad behavior to be galavantin' out at this hour.",And Mona, rousing herself from her unsatisfactory reverie, draws her breath quickly and then moves homeward.,"But you were not afraid to dance with Lauderdale, my son?" says the duchess, looking at her.,"Nothing. Not all the talking in the wide world," with a brilliant blush, but with steady earnest eyes.,It is dreary waiting. No sleep comes to her eyes; she barely moves; the dogs slumber drowsily, and moan and start in their sleep, "fighting their battles o'er again," it may be, or anticipating future warfare. Slowly, ominously, the clock strikes twelve. Two hours have slipped into eternity; midnight is at hand!,"Yes, that is just what occurred to me," says Mona, nodding her head sympathetically..