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"Oh, what a day is this!" cries she, with quivering lips. "See the ruin you have brought upon this home, that only yestermorn was full of life and gladness! Is this what has come of your Land League, and your Home Rulers, and your riotous meetings? Where is the soul of this poor man, who was hurried to his last account without his priest, and without a prayer for pardon on his lips? And how shall the man who slew him dare to think on his own soul?" "No," replied the old man, "but hurry and put the kettle on the fire." "I sha'n't mind it very much," says Mona, earnestly. "It will be after all, only one half hour out of my whole day." "Well," asked the old woman, "for whom are you mourning?".