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As he looked about, he saw hanging down above him a great thing that seemed to move—to grow a little larger and then to grow a little smaller. "Never mind Larry," says the farmer, impatiently. "This is the seventh time he has died this year. But think of Misther Rodney here. Can't ye do something for him?" "To Bantry," says Mona, growing white again,—"to-night! Oh, do you want to kill me and yourself?".
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Who makes all beautiful on which she smiles! "Oh, I don't know: that was a mere figure of speech," says Mr. Rodney, who is afraid to say such absences are caused by an innate love of freedom and a vile desire for liberty at any cost, and has nothing else handy. "Now don't stay moping up here when I go, but run downstairs and find the girls and make yourself happy with them." "One must not hope for perfect happiness on this earth," says Mona, gravely; "but at least I know," with a soft and trusting glance at him, "I shall be happier than most people." "No,"—slowly,—"I do not. If I did, I should not love you as—as I do.".
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