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"I mean," says Mona, flushing a vivid scarlet, "is she stern?" "I dare say," says Mr. Rodney, with rising ire. "Well, I can't, you know," with a sigh. "But no matter: you will enjoy the scenery even more by yourself.".
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"If there are any," repeats she, unmoved. "Poor thing!" says Mona, sympathetically, which sympathy, by the by, is utterly misplaced, as Lady Rodney thought her husband, if anything, an old bore, and three months after his death confessed to herself that she was very glad he was no more. "Well, just then it made little difference to us, as, shortly after my grandfather went off the hooks, we received what we believed to be authenticated tidings of my uncle's death." "I shall do nothing of the kind," says Mr. Rodney, indignantly. "And if you address me in that way again I shall cut my throat.".
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