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On his way home Cold Maker again passed the Sand Hills. Entering the country was an old woman bent with age and crippled.,"Of course I shall never receive her; that is out of the question, Violet: I could not support it.","I wonder what kind of songs you like best," says Mona, dreamily, letting her fingers run noiselessly over the keys of the Collard. "If you are like me, you like sad ones.",At this they both laugh heartily, and Mona returns no more to the lachrymose mood that has possessed her for the last five minutes.,"Well, just then it made little difference to us, as, shortly after my grandfather went off the hooks, we received what we believed to be authenticated tidings of my uncle's death.","No,"—slowly,—"I do not. If I did, I should not love you as—as I do.","Was it you?" asks he, raising himself on his elbow to regard her earnestly, though very loath to quit the spot where late he has been tenant. "You? Oh, Mona!",Nothing but that.","You insult me," says Dorothy, growing even whiter than she was before, "when you speak to me of—of——","Well, I shall go and judge of Killarney myself some day," he says, idly.,"Be quite sure," returns she, smiling.,"'Our'? How you associate yourself with these Rodneys!" he says, scornfully; "yet you are as unlike them as a dove is unlike a hawk. How came you to fall into their nest? And so if I could only consent to efface myself you would like me better,—tolerate me in fact? A poor return for annihilation. And yet," impatiently, "I don't know. If I could be sure that even my memory would be respected by you——." He pauses and pushes back his hair from his brow..