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"Why not? it just suits him: 'A little, round, fat, oily man of——'","To see poor Kitty Maloney, his widow. Last year she was my servant. This year she married; and now—here is the end of everything—for her.","There is a limit to everything,—even my patience," he says, not looking at his mother. "Mona is myself, and even from you, my mother, whom I love and reverence, I will not take a disparaging word of her.","Mona, it is—it must be!" says Geoffrey, taking her hand; and so they both stand, almost breathless, on the high bank, listening intently.,"Hist, Miss Mona! hist!" says this voice close at Mona's ear. She starts violently.,"Well, if only to oblige you, I'll take Truant.",This brings the skirmish to an end. Carthy, seeing all is lost, caves in, and, regardless of the prostrate figure of his companion, jumps hurriedly over the low wall, and disappears in the night-mist that is rolling up from the bay.,"What, indeed?" says Geoffrey, tragically. "Worse still, what would have become of poor Mona?","Oh, yes, you must indeed," says the little enthusiast, brightening. "It is more than lovely. How I wish I could go with you!","Now, once for all, Mona," interrupts he, with determination, "I strictly forbid you ever to go to Ryan's cottage again.","Oh, Geoffrey, how could you do it?" she says, reproachfully, alluding to his marriage,—"you whom I have so loved. What would your poor father have thought had he lived to see this unhappy day? You must have been mad.","Yes, you, and every other man," says Mona, smiling, and raising her loving eyes to her husband..