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So they start, in a lazy, happy-go-lucky fashion, for their walk, conversing as they go, of themselves principally as all true lovers will. "Take me down," says Mona, wearily, turning to her lover, as the last faint ring of the horse's feet dies out on the breeze. "If I am, Warden surely knows more about the will than he has sworn to.".
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"Oh, my lady, if I must speak," cries the old man, "but it is terrible news to tell without a word of warning. Mr. Paul Rodney is dying: he shot himself half an hour ago, and is lying now at Rawson's Lodge in the beech wood." "Mona! Do you want me to stay?" asks he, suddenly, taking her hands in his. "Tell me the truth." "She has reason," says the old man, earnestly and approvingly, rounding his sentence after the French fashion, as the Irish so often will: "she has said it," he goes on, "she always does say it; she has brains, has my colleen. Ye don't stir out of this house to-night, Mr. Rodney; so make up yer mind to it. With Tim Ryan abroad, an' probably picked up and carried home by this time, the counthry will be all abroad, an' no safe thravellin' for man or baste. Here's a cosey sate for ye by the fire: sit down, lad, an' take life aisy." The woman went on and got the water, and when she came back she took the stone and gave it to her husband, telling him about the song and what the stone had said..
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