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It is a mere guess on her part,—supported certainly by many tales she has heard of this Ryan of late, but a guess nevertheless. It proves, however, to be a correct one. A man, indistinct, but unmistakable, shows himself on the top of the wall, and pulls his forelock through force of habit. Or cattle faintly lowing: "What are you talking about?" asks Geoffrey, joining Mona and her companion..
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