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"Nearly all the Irish farmers are," returns Miss Mansergh, reluctantly. "When I stay with Uncle Wilfrid in Westmeath, I see them all going to mass every Sunday morning. Of course"—kindly—"there are a few Protestants, but they are very few.","I am not Mr. Rodney: Jack is that. Can't you call me anything else?","What!" says Mona And then she grows quite pale, and, slipping off the stile, stands a few yards away from him.,"I have wronged you," says Lady Rodney, in a low tone, covering her face with her hands.,There is a pause. Mona says nothing, but taking out the flower that has lain upon her bosom all night, pulls it to pieces petal by petal. And this is unlike Mona, because flowers are dear to her as sunshine is to them.,Such folk Chalmers hated; and I agree with Chalmers. And of this class is Lady Rodney, without charity or leniency for the shortcomings of those around her. Like many religious people,—who are no doubt good in their own way,—she fails to see any grace in those who differ from her in thought and opinion.,The birds, as though once more led by the balmy mildness of the day into the belief that summer has not yet forsaken them, are singing in the topmost branches of the trees, from which, with every passing breeze, the leaves fall lightly.,Has in her sober livery all things clad.,"A pretty name, too.",Again she pauses, and one of the men, shuffling his feet nervously, and with his eyes bent upon the floor, says, in a husky tone,—,"This much," says Rodney, laughing again: "I am going to marry her, with her leave.","The cold chaste moon, the queen of heaven's bright isles,.