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There is a sparkle in Mona's eyes, a slight severing of her lips, that bespeak satisfaction and betray her full of very innocent appreciation of her own beauty. She stands well back, with her head held proudly up, and with her hands lightly clasped before her. Her attitude is full of unstudied grace. "Thank you," replies he stiffly; "yet, after all, I think I should bet upon my own chance." "It was two hours ago," says Mona, gently. "And then it was quite daylight, or at least"—truthfully—"only the beginning of dusk.".
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"I can't, because I don't know myself. It is my nature. However depressed I may feel at one instant, the next a passing thought may change my tears into a laugh. Perhaps that is why we are called fickle; yet it has nothing to do with it: it is a mere peculiarity of temperament, and a rather merciful gift, for which we should be grateful, because, though we return again to our troubles, still the moment or two of forgetfulness soothes us and nerves us for the conflict. I speak, of course, of only minor sorrows; such a grief as poor Kitty's admits of no alleviation. It will last for her lifetime." And so they are married, and last words are spoken, and adieux said, and sad tears fall, and for many days her own land knows Mona no more. "I am a stranger; I know nothing," she says again, hardly knowing what to say, and moving a little as though she would depart. "Miss Mona, come in; the tay will be cold, an' the rashers all spoiled, an' the masther's callin' for ye.".
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