"Miss Mona, come in; the tay will be cold, an' the rashers all spoiled, an' the masther's callin' for ye."
all rummy 555, So runs on the kindly farmer, smitten to the heart that such things should be,—and done upon Rodney of all men. He walks round the young man, muttering his indignation in a low tone, while helping him with gentle care to remove his coat,—or at least what remains of that once goodly garment that had for parent Mr. Poole.
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all rummy 555 Mona, turning, confronts the frightened group in the corner, both men and women, with a face changed and aged by grief and indignation..
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