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So he has come back to her. There is triumph in this thought and some natural vanity, but above and beyond all else a great relief that lifts from her the deadly fear that all night has been consuming her and has robbed her of her rest. Now anxiety is at an end, and joy reigns, born of the knowledge that by his speedy surrender he has proved himself her own indeed, and she herself indispensable to his content.,Two tears gather, and roll slowly down Mona's white cheeks. And then somehow her thoughts wander back to the old farmhouse at the side of the hill, with the spreading trees behind it, and to the sanded floor and the cool dairy, and the warmth of the love that abounded there, and the uncle, who, if rough, was at least ready to believe her latest action—whatever it might be—only one degree more perfect than the one that went before it.,"A lone owl's hoot,,The duchess laughs.,"It appears he had a pocket-pistol with him, Sir Nicholas, and going home through the wood he stumbled over some roots, and it went off and injured him fatally. It is an internal wound, my lady. Dr. Bland, who is with him, says there is no hope.","It is for my sake; but it will break my heart.","If there are any," repeats she, unmoved.,"What does she mean?" asks he of his brother, who is distinctly amused. "Does she wish poor old Geoff had married a bad one? I confess myself at fault.","Yes—you think; go on," says Rodney, gazing at her attentively.,"Anywhere you like. I'm sure we deserve some compensation for the awful sermon that curate gave us this morning.","All that is morbid," says Mona: "you should try to conquer it. It is not healthy.","No," said Kŭt-o-yĭs´. "You are saying what is not true, and I am going to kill you now.".