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Geoffrey raises her hand to his lips. "Your king is also your slave," he says, with a fond smile. "From whom?" demands Mona, lazily, seeing the writing is unknown to her. "Well, well, you're a good lad at heart," says Scully, glad perhaps in his inmost soul, as his countrymen always are and will be when a compatriot cheats the law and escapes a just judgment. "Mona, look after him for awhile, until I go an' see that lazy spalpeen of mine an' get him to put a good bed undher Mr. Rodney's horse.".
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But presently, seeing the author of her mirth does not rise from his watery resting-place, her smile fades, a little frightened look creeps into her eyes, and, hastening forward, she reaches the bank of the stream and gazes into it. Rodney is lying face downwards in the water, his head having come with some force against the sharp edge of a stone against which it is now resting. CHAPTER XIII. He comes to her and looks over her shoulder at the paper she holds. In an ugly unformed hand the following figures and words are written upon it,— "Where have you been, Mona?" he asks, quietly, gazing into the great honest liquid eyes raised so willingly to his own..
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