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"You will give me an explanation at once," says Geoffrey, slowly, addressing his cousin. "What brought you here?","Oh! that is really shocking," says Violet, with a curl of her very short upper lip.,For Geoffrey the prelude has been played, and now at last he knows it. Up and down the little hall he paces, his hands behind his back, as his wont when deep in day-dreams, and asks himself many a question hitherto unthought of. Can he—shall he—go farther in this matter? Then this thought presses to the front beyond all others:—"Does she—will she—ever love me?",Pushing open the door very gently, she enters the room, the two dogs at her heels.,"He's covered, safe enough. They've throwed an ould sheet over him,—over what remains of him this cruel day. Och, wirra-wirra!" cries the woman, suddenly, throwing her hands high above her head, and giving way to a peculiar long, low, moaning sound, so eerie, so full of wild despair and grief past all consolation, as to make the blood in Rodney's veins run cold.,The old man went to the camp and told his daughters of the meat that their husband had killed, and they went down to the killing ground. Then he went to his own lodge and said to his wife, "Hurry, now, put the stone kettle on the fire. I have brought home something from the killing.","Ah," said the old woman, "has our son-in-law been generous and given us something nice to eat?","Lilias must have been quite a child then," says Lady Rodney.,So runs on the kindly farmer, smitten to the heart that such things should be,—and done upon Rodney of all men. He walks round the young man, muttering his indignation in a low tone, while helping him with gentle care to remove his coat,—or at least what remains of that once goodly garment that had for parent Mr. Poole.,"Do you know," he says, slowly, staring at her the while, "you are the most beautiful woman I ever saw?","Is it you?" she says. "Come in here, Geoffrey. I want you.","It is worse," says Lady Rodney, in a stifled tone, coming out for a brief instant from behind the deluged handkerchief. "He has married a common farmer's niece!".