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"No; he was not a draper," says Mona, gently, and without haste.,"No, no," she answered, trying to pull herself away.,"If I am, Warden surely knows more about the will than he has sworn to.",But presently, seeing the author of her mirth does not rise from his watery resting-place, her smile fades, a little frightened look creeps into her eyes, and, hastening forward, she reaches the bank of the stream and gazes into it. Rodney is lying face downwards in the water, his head having come with some force against the sharp edge of a stone against which it is now resting.,After a little while, pausing beside a doorway, she casts an upward glance at her companion.,"Yet, I am letting him go free that he may be the perpetrator of even greater crimes.","No;" she might in all truth have added, "because I did not care to know," but what she does say (for incivility even to an enemy would be impossible to Mona) is, "I thought perhaps you might not like it.","Are you going no farther?" asks Rodney, hoping sincerely she will say "No." She does say it.,"Violet, you may as well tell them all now as at any other time," he says, persuasively.,"Yes, to-morrow you can have your arm re-dressed," she says, in a low tone, that savors of sadness; and then he knows she does not want him to prosecute Ryan.,Mr. Moore is her landlord, and the owner of the lovely wood behind Mangle Farm where Geoffrey came to grief yesterday.,"I haven't," says Geoffrey..