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"No," with a little flickering smile, that has pain and sorrow in it; "for the simple reason that I shall never marry.",Mona is down at the gate waiting for him, evidently brimful of information.,"You jest," says Mona, full of calm reproach. "I mean how strangely people fall into one's lives and then out again!" She hesitates. Perhaps something in his face warns her, perhaps it is the weariness of her own voice that frightens her, but at this moment her whole expression changes, and a laugh, forced but apparently full of gayety, comes from her lips. It is very well done indeed, yet to any one but a jealous lover her eyes would betray her. The usual softness is gone from them, and only a well-suppressed grief and a pride that cannot be suppressed take its place.,"We all have regrets at times, dear boy, the very best of us," says the little doctor, blowing his nose: "who among us is faultless? And really the circumstances were very trying for you,—very—eh? Yes, of course one understands, you know; but death heals all divisions, and he is hurrying to his last account, poor lad, all too soon.",CHAPTER VII.,"She is Lord Steyne's second daughter. The family name is Darling. Her name is Dorothy.","Very pretty indeed, and quite good taste and that. She's a Mrs. Lennox, and her husband is our master of the hounds. She is always quite correct in the matter of clothes." There is an awful reservation in her Grace's tone, which is quite lost upon Mona. "But she is by no means little in her own opinion, and in fact rather prides herself upon her—er—form generally," concludes the duchess, so far at a loss for a word as to be obliged to fall back upon slang.,"'Perdition catch my soul, but I do love thee,'" replies he, quite as softly.,His tone, his emphasis on the pronoun, is significant.,"To Bantry," says Mona, growing white again,—"to-night! Oh, do you want to kill me and yourself?","It is down by the river," the old woman answered. "We pound on it and the buffalo run out.","Mona, don't talk like that," says Geoffrey, biting his lips..