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THE WOLF MAN,"It is the sweetest thing that could have happened," says Dorothy, enthusiastically. "Now Mona and you and I will be real sisters.","I shall feel regret," says, Mona, brokenly, the tears running down her cheeks.,"No hope!" says Mona, with terrible despair in her voice: "then I have killed him. It was I returned him that pistol this evening. It is my fault,—mine. It is I have caused his death.",Soon the young woman came back and said to her husband, "It is a girl baby. You are to have another wife.","Yes, of course; but I heard, too, how he escaped his would-be assassin.",The "poor Maloney" has done it. She forgives him; perhaps because—sweet soul—harshness is always far from her.,"The day is done, and the darkness falls from the wings of night." The dusk is slowly creeping up over all the land, the twilight is coming on apace. As the day was, so is the gathering eve, sad and mournful, with sounds of rain and sobbings of swift winds as they rush through the barren beeches in the grove. The harbor bar is moaning many miles away, yet its voice is borne by rude Boreas up from the bay to the walls of the stately Towers, that neither rock nor shiver before the charges of this violent son of "imperial Æolus.",Kneeling down by her, Dorothy lays her head upon Mona's knee, and bursts out crying afresh.,"Oh, no, you won't," says Rodney, absently. In truth, his mind is wandering to that last little speech of hers, and is trying to unravel it.,"That is a pretty verse," she says, quietly. "But I do not know the poem. I should like to read it.","And an unhallowed grave, too. And so you really felt miserable when angry with me? How do you feel now?" She is looking up at him, with love and content and an adorable touch of coquetry in her pretty face..