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At this instant a soft ringing laugh, that once heard is not easily forgotten, comes from an inner room, that is carefully curtained and delicately lighted, and smites upon their ears.,The young man replied, "I am mourning day and night, crying all the while. My little son, who is the only one left me, also mourns.","Well, he was different," says Mona, giving in ignominiously. "I couldn't care for him either; but what I said is true all the same. Other people would not like me.","Like 'Loraine Loraine Loree,'" says Violet, laughing.,Here they behold the faithful Biddy, craning her long neck up and down the road, and filled with wildest anxiety.,Of the unrisen sun.",But Violet is content.,"I hate women with common sense. In plainer language it means no heart.","But what is Lady Lilias like? I did not notice her the other night," says Mona.,It is midday, and Geoffrey, gun in hand, is idly stalking through the sloping wood that rises behind Mangle Farm. The shooting he has had since his arrival in Ireland, though desultory,—perhaps because of it,—has proved delightful in his sight. Here coveys come upon one unawares, rising out of fields when least expected, and therefore when discovered possess all the novelty of a gigantic surprise. Now and then he receives kindly warning of birds seen "over night" in some particular corner, and an offer to escort him to the scene of action without beat of drum.,"That's awful nonsense, you know," says Rodney, lightly. "When he sees I haven't taken any steps about arresting him, he will forget all about it, and bear no further ill will.","Tin,—money," explains he..