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"Why should I despise you?" asks she, slowly, opening her eyes.,At this Mona, being a creature of impulse, grows once more pale and troubled.,"I am glad you have been pleased to-night," says Mona, shyly, abashed by his studied silence. "But," nervously, "Killarney is even more beautiful. You must go there.","I don't, but I know Lady Mary and Miss Blake always get their things from a woman called Manning.","I hope not, indeed," says Mona giving him her hand with a very flattering haste.,"A government which, knowing not true wisdom,,Finally the dogs are called off, and reluctantly accompany the jubilant Mickey down the hill.,All through the air the smell of heather, sweet and fragrant, reigns. Far down, miles away, the waves rush inland, glinting and glistening in the sunlight.,"What has Mr. Moore to do with you?" he asks, haughtily. "Who is he, that he should so speak to you?","Such presumption, walking in our wood without permission," she says, haughtily.,"No. Of course I remember you now," says Mona, taking all this nonsense as quite bona fide sense in a maddeningly fascinating fashion. "How unkind I have been! But I was listening to the music, not to our introduction, when Sir Nicholas brought you up to me, and—and that is my only excuse." Then, sweetly, "You love music?",A terrace runs all along one side of the house, which is exposed to view from the avenue. And here, with a gaunt but handsome greyhound beside her, stands a girl tall and slim, yet beautifully moulded. Her eyes are gray, yet might at certain moments be termed blue. Her mouth is large, but not unpleasing. Her hair is quite dark, and drawn back into a loose and artistic coil behind. She is clad in an impossible gown of sage green, that clings closely to her slight figure, nay, almost desperately, as though afraid to lose her..