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"She is Lord Steyne's second daughter. The family name is Darling. Her name is Dorothy.",He finishes; but, to his amazement, and a good deal to his chagrin, on looking at Mona he finds she is wreathed in smiles,—nay, is in fact convulsed with silent laughter.,The duchess gives it up. "Yes, and a far better one, too," she says, amiably, declining to explain. Indeed, she is delighted to meet a young woman who actually regards slang as a foreign and unstudied language, and shrinks from being the first to help her to forget the English tongue. "Is there much beauty in Ireland?" she asks, presently.,CHAPTER XXXVI.,"I shall,—when death claims me," replies he.,"Your daughter is over there with the buffalo. She says 'Wait,'" said the magpie when he had flown back to the poor father.,When this woman saw Kŭt-o-yĭs´ coming she cried out to him, "Come over here, young man, and slide with me.","Well, if only to oblige you, I'll take Truant.","Hate you!" replies he, with a smile of ineffable fondness, "my preserver and my love!","I hope she isn't in love with you," she says, slowly.,"Now you are their friend forever," says Mona, in a pleased tone. "Once they do that, they mean to tell you they have adopted you. And they like very few people: so it is a compliment.","No, my son," replied the old man, "but I still have four stone arrow points.".