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"Oh! can nothing be done?" asks Mona, turning to him eyes full of entreaty. "There can be scarcely any question about that," says Lady Rodney, unwilling to let any occasion pass that may permit a slap at Mona. "What a time you have been away!" she says, with a pretty, slow smile, that has not a particle of embarrassment or consciousness in it, though she is quite aware that Jack Rodney is watching her closely. Perhaps, indeed, she is secretly amused at his severe scrutiny..
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Old Brian Scully is in his parlor, and comes to meet them as they enter the hall,—his pipe behind his back. "That is absurd," says Rodney; "and your own words refute you. That man called Moore cared for you, and very great impertinence it was on his part." Mona throws open the door, and the visitors sail in, all open-eyed and smiling, with their very best company manners hung out for the day. She hastens her steps, and runs down hurriedly into the hall below, which is almost as light as day. Turning aside, she makes for the library, and now (and not till now) remembers she has no light, and that the library, its shutters carefully closed every night by the invaluable Jenkins himself, is of necessity in perfect darkness..
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