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"Why?" he says, with suppressed passion. "Because, each time I do, I know myself to be—what I am! Your truthful eyes are mirrors in which my heart lies bare." With an effort he recovers himself, and, drawing his breath quickly, grows calm again. "If I were to gaze at you as often as I should desire, you would probably deem me impertinent," he says, with a lapse into his former half-insolent tone.,"Insolence, sir, is perhaps another part of your role," returns she, with cold but excessive anger.,"How strange!" says Mona. "But how then did you manage?","I—will—not," says Mona, brokenly.,"There, do go away!" says this woodland goddess. "I am sick of you and your stupidity.","No; only twelve months,"—hastily; "say no more now: my mind is quite made up.",To-morrow will be market-day in Bantry, to which the week's butter must go; and now the churning is over, and the result of it lies cold and rich and fresh beneath Mona's eyes. She herself is busily engaged printing little pats off a large roll of butter that rests on the slab before her; her sleeves are carefully tucked up, as on that first day when Geoffrey saw her; and in defiance of her own heart—which knows itself to be sad—she is lilting some little foolish lay, bright and shallow as the October sunshine that floods the room, lying in small silken patches on the walls and floor.,"Yes, of course; but I heard, too, how he escaped his would-be assassin.",The young bear answered, "My father told me that I should go out and get this meat and bring it home to him.","Who?" "What?" say Mona and Dorothy, in one breath.,"And I am to say 'pals' for friends, and call it pure English?",Later on, when they open the paper that had been given by the dead man into the keeping of Dr. Bland, and which proves to be his will, duly signed and witnessed by the gamekeeper and his son, they find he has left to Mona all of which he died possessed. It amounts to about two thousand a year; of which one thousand is to come to her at once, the other on the death of his mother..