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"Well don't go to Dublin, at all events," says her mother, plaintively. "It's wretched form." "It was some joke, of course?" goes on Violet, not having received any answer to her first question. "This is dreadful!" says Doatie. "But"—brightening—"surely it is not so bad as death or disgrace, is it?".
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Over the meadows and into the wood goes Mona, to where a streamlet runs, that is her special joy,—being of the garrulous and babbling order, which is, perhaps, the nearest approach to divine music that nature can make. But to-day the stream is swollen, is enlarged beyond all recognition, and, being filled with pride at its own promotion, has forgotten its little loving song, and is rushing onward with a passionate roar to the ocean. "Oh, I dare say. Yes, sometimes: but—" she hesitates, and this time the expression of her face cannot be misunderstood: dejection betrays itself in every line—"but it is not so with you, is it? No aunt has left you anything?" Envious streaks She starts perceptibly, which is balm to his heart..
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