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"They would be, of course," says the duchess.,"What has he done?" asks Geoffrey, somewhat bewildered and greatly distressed at her apparent grief.,"Well, but, after all, one can't be much of a friend if one can't sacrifice one's self sometimes for those one loves," says Mrs. Geoffrey, reproachfully. "You would have done it yourself in my place!","Waked by the circling hours, with rosy hand,"I shall remember," says Mona, not knowing what the paper contains. "And who am I, that I should dwell upon the sins of another? Are you tired, Paul? How fearfully pale you are looking!","But he wants to marry you. I know he does. Tell me the truth about that," he says, with flattering vehemence.,She is sad and depressed before she reaches the hall door, where she is unfortunate enough to find a carriage just arrived, well filled with occupants eager to obtain admission.,Mona makes no reply.,"How you remember that, now!" says Mona, with a heavenly smile, and a faint pressure of the fingers that still rest in his. "Yes, I should like to be sure before I marry you that—that—fashionable clothes would become me. But of course," regretfully, "you will understand I haven't a gown of that sort. I once sat in Lady Crighton's room while her maid dressed her for dinner: so I know all about it.","Don't you know?" says Mr. Darling, mysteriously. "It is a secret, but I know you can be trusted. Every morning early she has them carefully swept, with tea-leaves to keep down the dust, and if the tea is strong it kills the weeds.","Time, as he passes us, has a dove's wing,,"I should never be afraid of him," returns Mona. "He has kind eyes. He is"—slowly and meditatively—"very like you.".