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"I'm here," she cries, in the glad happy tones that have been ringing their changes in his heart all day.,"No; he was not a draper," says Mona, gently, and without haste.,And so they are married, and last words are spoken, and adieux said, and sad tears fall, and for many days her own land knows Mona no more.,"Wide open.",Lady Rodney is somewhat shocked, at this view of the case.,And pleasant, too, to think on.'",But this word comes not. In vain does the angry urn hiss. The teapot holds aloft its haughty nose for naught. The cups and saucers range themselves in military order all for nothing. Lady Rodney is dissolved in tears.,Just at this moment Mona comes up to them, smiling and happy.,The naivete of this speech is not to be surpassed.,"'Alas for the rarity,"Thank ye, miss. Ye mane it kindly, I know," says the woman, wearily. "But the big world is too small to hold one dhrop of comfort for me. He's dead, ye see!","I don't see how it could take any one long," says Rodney..