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From here he went on again, and after a time he came to a big camp. A man-eater was the chief of this place. No one is forgotten by him; though once "he is dead and laid in grave" he is forgotten by most. "Oh, no, not that," says Mona. "Poor Ireland! Every one either laughs at her or hates her. Though I like my adopted country, still I shall always feel for old Erin what I could never feel for another land.".
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"No; he is not like me," he says, abruptly: "he is a much better fellow. He is, besides, tall and rather lanky, with dark eyes and hair. He is like my father, they tell me; I am like my mother." "I hope with all my heart you will," says Mona. "Thunder has stolen my wife," the man answered. "I am looking for his dwelling-place that I may find her." "And why not this or any other drawer?" says Rodney, growing pale. Again jealousy, which is a demon, rises in his breast, and thrusts out all gentler feelings. Her allusion to Mr. Moore, most innocently spoken, and, later on, her reference to the students, have served to heighten within him angry suspicion..
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