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"I am glad of that," says Mona, nicely, as he pauses merely through a desire for breath, not from a desire for silence. Mona starts violently, and draws back; shame and indignation cover her. Her breath comes in little gasps. "What else?" says Mona, shyly..
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Long, long ago, Red Robe and Talking Rock were young men in the Blackfeet camp. In their childhood days and early youth their life had been hard. Talking Rock was an orphan without a single relation and Red Robe had only his old grandmother. Thus half an hour goes by. Then Geoffrey, growing uneasy, raises his head and looks at Mona. From where he sits the bed is hidden from him, but he can see that she is still kneeling beside it, her hand in Rodney's, her face hidden in the bedclothes. "Do you know by what name I shall always call you in my thoughts?" "You are indeed," he says, in a tone so grateful that it ought to have betrayed to her his meaning. But grief and disappointment have seized upon her..
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