The morning wanes, and luncheon declares itself. When it has come to an end, Mona going slowly up the stairs to her own room is met there by one of the maids,—not her own,—who hands her a sealed note.,
"Bridget," says Mona, "will you go in and get me a cup of tea before I go to bed? I am tired.",
"'Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,.
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