"Well, I confess that puzzles me," says Mona, knitting her straight brows and scanning the small lady before her with earnest eyes, who is surrounded by at least a dozen men, with all of whom she is conversing without any apparent effort. "I really think she is the smallest woman I ever saw. Why, I am only medium height, but surely I could make two of her. At least I have more figure, or form, as you call it, than she has."
டியர்-லாட்டரி-ரிசல்ட்-சர்ட், "I heard of it soon enough," returns his mother, gloomily, without lifting her eyes from the tiny feathered fire-screen she is holding. "Too soon! That sort of thing seldom tarries. 'For evil news rides post, while good news baits.'"
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டியர்-லாட்டரி-ரிசல்ட்-சர்ட் "To Bantry," says Mona, growing white again,—"to-night! Oh, do you want to kill me and yourself?".
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