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"Oh, Mona, will you always love me as you do now?","Well, that is in her favor, I really think," says Violet, in her most unprejudiced manner. "If she were to leave off her rococo toilettes, and take to Elise or Worth like other people, and give up posing, and try to behave like a rational being, she might almost be called handsome.",Kŭt-o-yĭs´ then went on, and after a time came to where a woman had made a place for sliding downhill. At the far end of it she had fixed a rope which, when she raised it, would trip people up, and when they were tripped they fell over a high cliff into a deep water, where a great fish ate them.,Mona, horror-stricken, goes quickly over to her, and touches her lightly on the shoulder.,"Well," said Kŭt-o-yĭs´, "you may go and breed more bears.","Must you really go, Geoffrey?—really?" asks Mona, miserably, looking the very personification of despair. She has asked the same question in the same tone ever since early dawn, and it is now four o'clock.,"If there are any," repeats she, unmoved.,He is silent for a full minute; then he says,—,"Come," he said, taking hold of her arm.,Lady Rodney holds out her hand, and Mona lays hers within it.,"Oh! hardly!" says Violet with a soft laugh and another blush. "How could you?","Impossible!" drawing back from him. "How could I be ready? and, besides, I have said I will not marry you until a year goes by. How can I break my word?".