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The chief ghost said to them, "Now pity this son-in-law of yours. He is looking for his wife. Neither the great distance that he has come nor the fearful sights that he has seen here have weakened his heart. You can see how tender-hearted he is. He not only mourns because he has lost his wife, but he mourns because his little boy is now alone, with no mother; so pity him and give him back his wife.","Were they brown?","Why, Mona?","It won't be her fault; but of course her people will object, which amounts to the same thing. She can't go against her people, you know.","Enjoying myself?—No, I never do that," says Rodney, with unexpected frankness.,"She took her to see the lake. Mona, you know, raves about it, when the moon lights it up.,"No," with a little flickering smile, that has pain and sorrow in it; "for the simple reason that I shall never marry.","Dorothy and I are quite agreed about Mona," replies he, calmly. "She likes her as much as I do. As to what you say about her encouraging Lauderdale's attentions, it is absurd. No such evil thought could enter her head.",Mona is down at the gate waiting for him, evidently brimful of information.,"Yes, and——",These sounds, vague and harmonious as they are, yet full of mystery and unexplained sadness, but serve to heighten the fear that chills her heart.,At home—in Sydney, I mean—the life was different. It was free, unfettered, and in a degree lawless. It suited me better.".