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"Now, once for all, mother—" begins Nicholas, vehemently, but Geoffrey, with a gesture, silences him. "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. Only a little withered bunch of heather, tied by a blade of grass! Nothing more!.
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"Mona, it is—it must be!" says Geoffrey, taking her hand; and so they both stand, almost breathless, on the high bank, listening intently. He finishes; but, to his amazement, and a good deal to his chagrin, on looking at Mona he finds she is wreathed in smiles,—nay, is in fact convulsed with silent laughter. "Oh, indeed!" says Mona; and then, with downcast eyes, "but I don't know, because you never told me before." "But what is it?" asks Miss Mansergh from behind Lady Rodney's chair, just a little impatiently..
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