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"Eh?" says Mona.,"Yes,—in a regular hole, you know," says Mr. Rodney. "It is rather a complicated story, but the truth is, my grandfather hated his eldest son—my uncle who went to Australia—like poison, and when dying left all the property—none of which was entailed—to his second son, my father.",Kŭt-o-yĭs´ spoke to one of the people who was alive and asked, "What is that hanging down above us?",They have entered the cottage by this time, and are standing in the tiny hall.,And in truth the "claning" occupies a very short period,—or else Mona and Geoffrey heed not the parting moments. For sometimes,"That was very nasty of me," confesses Mona. "Yet," with a sigh, "perhaps I was right.",The doctor, after a short examination of the features (that are even now turning to marble), knits his brows, and, going over to Geoffrey, whispers something into his ear while pointing to Mona.,"Oh, Nolly!" says Dorothy, hastily.,"But what was the subject of it?","Impossible," says Mona.,"It is true," says Violet, evenly. "Yet, dear Mona, I wish you could try to be a little more like the rest of the world.","Well, I noticed that, too. There did seem to be a great scarcity of that raw material," answers Darling, lightly. "Yet they are a fine race in spite of it. I'm going over again to see my friend Terry before very long. He is the most amusing fellow, downright brilliant. So is his hair, by the by,—the very richest crimson.".