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On his way home Cold Maker again passed the Sand Hills. Entering the country was an old woman bent with age and crippled.,"You are Sir Nicholas?" questions she at last, gaining courage to speak, and raising her eyes to his full of entreaty, and just a touch of that pathos that seems of right to belong to the eyes of all Irishwomen.,"Wait," said Napi; and when they had finished eating they changed themselves again into the root digger and the dog.,"It is cruel," says Violet, with suppressed but ardent ire.,Mona throws open the door, and the visitors sail in, all open-eyed and smiling, with their very best company manners hung out for the day.,"Yes, I am pretty," she says, after a minute's pause, with a long-drawn sigh of deepest satisfaction. Then she glances at Geoffrey. "And for your sake I am glad of it Now, come here and stand beside me," she goes on, presently, holding out her hand backwards as though loath to lose sight of her own reflection. "Let me see how you look in the water.","I wish I could see it!" says Geoffrey, longingly.,Pushing open the door very gently, she enters the room, the two dogs at her heels.,"He's covered, safe enough. They've throwed an ould sheet over him,—over what remains of him this cruel day. Och, wirra-wirra!" cries the woman, suddenly, throwing her hands high above her head, and giving way to a peculiar long, low, moaning sound, so eerie, so full of wild despair and grief past all consolation, as to make the blood in Rodney's veins run cold.,"One must not hope for perfect happiness on this earth," says Mona, gravely; "but at least I know," with a soft and trusting glance at him, "I shall be happier than most people.","Did you touch them?" said the young man.,There is admiration blended with relief in her tone, and Geoffrey begins to feel like a hero of Waterloo..