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CHAPTER V.,There is, for example, her unavoidable touch of brogue, her little gesture of intense excitement, and irrepressible exclamation when anything is said that affects or interests her, and her laugh, which, if too loud for ordinary drawing-room use, is yet so sweet and catching that involuntarily it brings an answering laugh to the lips of those who hear it.,Mona, who has again been dancing with the duke, stopping near where the duchess is sitting, the latter beckons her to her side by a slight wave of her fan. To the duchess "a thing of beauty is a joy forever," and to gaze on Mona's lovely face and admire her tranquil but brilliant smile gives her a strange pleasure.,Then, after a pause, "Where will they bury me?" he asks, suddenly. "Do you think they will put me in the family vault?" He seems to feel some anxiety on this point.,"I wonder," she says to herself, softly, "whether he will be with me at the usual hour to-morrow, or,—a little earlier!","I want you to leave Ireland—not next month, or next week, but at once. To-morrow, if possible.",His voice breaks: with a groan he sinks back again upon his pillow.,"And what has brought you?" demands she, not rudely or quickly, but as though desirous of obtaining information on a subject that puzzles her.,"It means death to me," replies he, in a low tone. "It means that I shall lose you.","But she will be living only six miles from you, and the county will surely call, and that will not be nice for you," says Violet.,"What do you mean, Geoffrey?" demands his mother, with suppressed indignation.,Puts the wretch that lies in woe.