The story of Lilith Adam's first wife

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"I didn't make up the mare, miss, before comin' out wid ye," he says, mildly, telling this lie without a blush.,"Because—I prefer staying here.",It is an old song she chooses, and simple as old, and sweet as simple. I almost forget the words now, but I know it runs in this wise:,"I don't know, sir. I never was abroad before, an' I'm dead bate now, an' the bag's like lead.",An old crone is sitting over a turf fire that glows and burns dimly in its subdued fashion. Hanging over it is a three-legged pot, in which boil the "praties" for the "boys'" dinners, who will be coming home presently from their work.,"How fortunate!" says that fat woman, with her broad expansive grin that leaves her all mouth, with no eyes or nose to speak of. "We hardly dared hope for such good luck this charming day.","Well, belief, however strong, goes a short way sometimes. An uncommon short way with us.","Well," said the young man, "where is your piskun—where do you kill buffalo?","I think I shall have Allspice too," goes on Mona. "But say nothing. Lady Rodney, if she knew it, would not allow it for a moment. But Jenkins" (the old butler) "has promised to manage it all for me, and to smuggle my dear dogs up to my room without any one being in the least the wiser.",This tirade has hardly the effect upon Dorothy that might be desired. She still stands firm, utterly unshaken by the storm that has just swept over her (frail child though she is), and, except for a slight touch of indignation that is fast growing within her eyes, appears unmoved.,At the farthest end of the room, near a window, lying back in an arm-chair, lies Mona, sound asleep.,"Oh, indeed!" says Mona; and then, with downcast eyes, "but I don't know, because you never told me before.".