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"She must be harder-hearted than I think her, if she can resist you," he says, fondly. "Are there no servants in my house," demands she, in a terrible tone, addressing Mona a steely light coming into her blue eyes that Mona knows and hates so well, "that you must feel it your duty to guide my visitors to my presence?" At home—in Sydney, I mean—the life was different. It was free, unfettered, and in a degree lawless. It suited me better." "Did she stop there?" he says: "that was unworthy of her. Breath for once must have failed her, as nothing so trivial as want of words could have influenced Miss Carson.".