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"Well; there isn't much, is there?" says Mona, pleasantly. "If you like. Are you fond of singing!" There is a look upon his face that recalls to her his dead father, and Lady Rodney grows silent. The husband of her youth had been dear to her, in a way, until age had soured him, and this one of all his three children most closely resembled him, both in form and in feature; hence, perhaps, her love for him. She lowers her eyes, and a slow blush—for the blood rises with difficulty in the old—suffuses her face..
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"'I am all the daughters of my father's house, "I sha'n't want to see them, perhaps," says Mona, apologetically, "but how shall I avoid it?" The young man replied, "I am mourning day and night, crying all the while. My little son, who is the only one left me, also mourns." "You may try just as hard as ever you like," she says, with dignity: "I sha'n't!".
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