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"I pity your wife," says Mona, almost severely.,"You terrify me," says Geoffrey, with a grimace. "You think, then, that Mona is pretty?","Then just turn your back for one moment," says Mona simply, "and when my shoes and stockings are on I'll go home with you an' bathe it. Now, don't turn round, for your life!","They certainly must be a lively lot, if all one hears is true," says Geoffrey, with a suppressed yawn.,The teapot, meanwhile, is calmly ignoring its rage, and is positively turning up its nose at it. It is a very proud old teapot, and is looking straight before it, in a very dignified fashion, at a martial row of cups and saucers that are drawn up in battle-array and are only waiting for the word of command to march upon the enemy.,"When you gain your point and find yourself master here, you will know you have made not only one, but many people miserable.","I'm sure I don't wonder," says Geoffrey, very humbly. "I beg your pardon a thousand times; and—good-by, Miss Mona.","Yes, but we are all so different from the English. We have no pretty fair hair in Ireland, or at least very little of it.","Oh! hardly!" says Violet with a soft laugh and another blush. "How could you?",Her hair is falling like a veil all round her; through it she looks out at Rodney with eyes frightened and imploring.,"Yes,—and miserable! you forget to add that. Now everything seems squared. In the grave neither grief nor revenge can find a place. And as for you, what have you to do with my fate?—nothing. What should you not return to me my own? and why should I not die by the weapon I had dared to level against yourself? There is a justice in it that smacks of Sadlers' Wells.",At this moment they come to a high bank, and Geoffrey, having helped Mona to mount it, jumps down at the other side, and holds out his arms to assist her to descend. As she reaches the ground, and while his arms are still round her, she says, with a sudden effort, and without lifting her eyes, "There is very good snipe-shooting here at Christmas.".