It seemed strange that she should begin to grow fond of me
just as soon as my love began to cool, and I determined with all my will
never to let her know the state of my heart.
Not long after I had made this resolution, I was surprised to have the
doctor tell me he was sorry to see I was not so partial to Mona's society
since she had lost her voice. I do not remember what I said to him in
reply, but I know his remark set me thinking hard. Perhaps other observers
had noticed the same thing and were too considerate of my feelings to
speak of it. Surely, I must have matters put upon a better footing at
once.
As for Mona, she was never happier in her life, if we could judge from her
actions. She had now learned to talk so well in her mute language that we
all found conversation with her comparatively easy. Her fascinating
manners made her interesting always, and in spite of her great loss she
was still an important part of the life of the house. I argued to myself
that my heart must be hard indeed if I could not continue to love her.
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