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"Do you sing?" asks he, through mere force of habit, as she pauses. "It is very hard on Sir Nicholas," says Mona, who would not call him "Nick" now for the world. They appear a kindly, gentle, good-humored people,—easily led, no doubt (which is their undoing), but generous to the heart's core; a people who can speak English fluently (though with a rich brogue) and more grammatically than the Sassenachs themselves (of their own class), inasmuch as they respect their aspirates and never put an h in or leave one out in the wrong place..
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