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"We must see," says Mona, thoughtfully.,She says this steadily, and very proudly, with her head held high, but without looking at him; which permits Geoffrey to gaze at her exhaustively. There is an unconscious meaning in her words, quite clear to him. She is of "the people," he of a class that looks but coldly upon hers. A mighty river, called Caste, rolls between them, dividing him from her. But shall it? Some hazy thought like this floats through his brain. They walk on silently, scarcely exchanging a syllable one with the other, until they come within sight of a small thatched house built at the side of the road. It has a manure-heap just in front of it, and a filthy pool to its left, in which an ancient sow is wallowing, whilst grunting harmoniously.,But travelling over the prairie was a wolf that climbed up on the butte and came to the hole and, looking in, saw the man and pitied him.,"He had to see the mare made up, and the pigs fed," says Mona.,She flushes, opens her lips as if to speak, and yet is dumb,—perhaps through excess of emotion.,"Do not fear," said Red Robe, "do not fear, my mother, his anger and his power are no longer to be feared. He is as feeble and as helpless as one of those old bulls one sees on the sunny side of the coulée, spending his last days before the wolves pull him down.","It is too late," says Lady Rodney, in a stifled tone. "I have said so many things about you, that—that——","Open the window, Geoff," cries Mona, eagerly, and as he obeys her commands she steps into the room with a certain touch of haste about her movements, and looks round upon them earnestly,—some peculiar expression, born of a glad thought, rendering her lovely face even more perfect than usual.,Geoffrey's arm slips from his wife's shoulders to her rounded waist.,"So do I, often,—very often," says Mr. Rodney, sadly still, but genially.,"No.",Mona starts, and, looking up, sees the Australian coming quickly towards her..