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"Have you ever read Shelley?" asks he, presently, puzzled by the extreme serenity of her manner. Instinctively she lowers her hand as though to place the document in the inside pocket of her coat, and in doing so comes against something that plainly startles her. "Now, hurry, Bridget," says Mona's low soft voice,—that "excellent thing in woman." "Don't be any time. Just give that to Kitty, and say one prayer, and be back in ten minutes." "Coolnagurtheen.".