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"I shouldn't think deafness is in your family," says Geoffrey, genially.,"No sir," his neighbor answered promptly, "I should say not.",“Oh, well! See here. I’ll lend ye my blouse. Put it on and run down fer yer clo’es.”,Mr Lawrence pursued the same road home by which he had gained Old Harbour. In all probability had Mr Greyquill not looked back, the young gentleman would have found his letter where he had unconsciously dropped it. That side of the bridge—the up-river water path—was much unfrequented, save on a Sunday, when lovers walked along it, and now and again a little family dressed in their best. It was many chances to one that the two or three who had passed along that path since Mr Lawrence and Mr Greyquill had stood in conversation upon it, would have[Pg 146] picked up the letter or even taken notice of it, so very remote from their ideas of things worth stopping for and examining on the highway was a folded sheet of paper.,"Well, no; but that is pure Irish," says Geoffrey, unmoved. Mona, with lowered head, turns her wedding-ring round and round upon her finger, and repents bitterly that little slip of hers when talking with the duchess last night.,The tears came to the old man's eyes as he felt the sincere pressure of the hands held out to him. "Begobs! but ut's a foine pair ye be," he muttered. Then aloud. "And have ye told him, Billy?","Grandmother, what large eyes you have!","He'll never find the Scroggie will," he would speak again. "He'll always be poor.",“O, that chestnut!” scornfully ejaculated Isobel.,"Hush," said the old woman, raising her hand, "you will be heard. Our son-in-law lives over there. He does not give us anything at all to eat.","Oh, because--because--","What are you talking about?" asks Geoffrey, joining Mona and her companion..