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Stirs the wide air. Thin clouds of pearly haze,Then some one puts on her again the coat she had taken off such a short time since, and some one else puts on her sealskin cap and twists her black lace round her white throat, and then she turns to go on her sad mission. All their joy is turned to mourning, their laughter to tears.,"Then I will sing you a song I was sent last week," says Mona, and forthwith sings him "Years Ago," mournfully, pathetically, and with all her soul, as it should be sung. Then she gives him "London Bridge," and then "Rose-Marie," and then she takes her fingers from the piano and looks at him with a fond hope that he will see fit to praise her work.,There is a smile upon her lips; her hands are clasped behind her.,She turns involuntarily, through the innate courtesy that belongs to her race, to return his parting salutation, and, looking at him, sees a tiny spot of blood trickling down his forehead from the wound received awhile since.,To which she answers, "No. How should I? But tell me.","Well, really, do you know, I think she did!" says Mona, so demurely that they all smile again.,He handles the gun again menacingly. Mona, though still apparently calm, whitens perceptibly beneath the cold penetrating rays of the "pale-faced moon" that up above in "heaven's ebon vault, studded with stars unutterably bright," looks down upon her perhaps with love and pity.,"It is a pity anything should be said against Ireland," says Rodney, cleverly; "it is such a lovely little spot.","Sure they all admire me," says Miss Mona, with an exasperating smile, meant to wither.,"When he held the pistol to your forehead, didn't you scream then?" asks Violet.,"I am afraid you must class me with the ignorant," says Mona, shaking her pretty head. "I know nothing at all about thistles, except that donkeys love them!".