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"He is a little difficult; but, on the whole, I think I like Sir Mark better than most men," says Violet, slowly. "Then tell me where you come from, and perhaps I may be able." She speaks softly, but quickly, as do all the Irish, and with a brogue musical but unmistakable. "Let it be so, then," replied the husband; "but remember that if trouble comes, it is you who have brought it on yourself and on our son.".
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