"Miss Mona, come in; the tay will be cold, an' the rashers all spoiled, an' the masther's callin' for ye.",
All through the night Mona scarcely shuts her eyes, so full is her mind of troubled and perplexing thoughts. At last her brain grows so tired that she cannot pursue any subject to its end, so she lies silently awake, watching for the coming of the tardy dawn.,
"I never saw the easy-chair I could compare with this," he says, as though to himself, his voice full of truth..
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