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"Why, what is the matter?" he says, seeing signs of the lively storm on all their faces. Doatie explains hurriedly. On a low bed, with his eyes fastened eagerly upon the door, lies Paul Rodney, the dews of death already on his face. "What is it?" she says, fearfully, and then, "Your coat is wet—I feel it. Oh Geoffrey, look at your shirt. It is blood!" Her tone is full of horror. "What have they done to you?" she says, pitifully. "You are hurt, wounded!".
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The woman went on and got the water, and when she came back she took the stone and gave it to her husband, telling him about the song and what the stone had said. "Try not to hate me," he says, imploringly, in a broken voice, going suddenly up to her and taking one of her hands in his. His grasp is so hard as almost to hurt her. Mona awakening from her reverie, turns to him with a start. Something in his face moves her. "My dear, I behaved badly to you in that matter. Let me tell Oliver to call you Mrs. Rodney for the future. It is your proper name." Geoffrey says nothing. But Sir Nicholas, as though impulsively, says,—.
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