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Nolly, mistrustful of Geoffrey's silence, goes up to him, and, laying his hands upon his shoulders, says, quietly,—,He has stooped very much over indeed. His hand is on the fern; he has safely carefully extracted it, roots and all (one would think I was speaking of a tooth! but this is by the way), from its native home, when cr-r-k goes something; the branch on which he rests betrays him, and smashing hurls him head downwards into the swift but shallow stream below.,Some one comes in with a lamp, and places it on a distant table, where its rays cannot distress the dying man.,"Oh! so you can ride, then," says Lauderdale, alluding probably to the cause of his late merriment.,"'Is thy servant a dog, that he should do this thing?'" quotes Mr. Rodney; and, Mona having got into her shoes, she tells him he is at liberty to follow her across the rustic bridge lower down, that leads from the wood into Mangle Farm.,"I dare say," she says, carelessly, purposely mistaking his meaning: "it must have been cold lying there.","You didn't get possession of it in that way?" asks he, seizing her hands and trying to read her face.,"You have two brothers older than you?" asks Mona, meditatively.,"You may," says Mona, bracing herself for the ordeal.,"Well, I will go," he says, "on one condition,—that you come with me.","Well, really, now you say it," says Geoffrey, as though suddenly struck with a satisfactory idea, "it is uncommonly like Nolly's tale: when you come to compare one with the other they sound almost similar.","Well, you didn't," says Mona. "Are you engaged to her?".