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"Well, I can't, you know," with a sigh. "But no matter: you will enjoy the scenery even more by yourself.",As he finishes he moves towards the window, as though bent upon putting his words into execution at once, but Mona hastily stepping before him, gets between it and him, and, raising her hand, forbids his approach.,"'Tis the English gintleman, miss,—Misther Rodney. He wants to see ye," says the fair Bridget, putting her head in at the doorway, and speaking in a hushed and subdued tone.,"Now, then, cheer up, Paddy!" he says to the boy: "yonder lies an oasis in our howling wilderness.","Come a little farther," he says, gently, slinging the heavy bag across his own shoulders. "There must be a farmhouse somewhere.",'My night has no eve,,At the farthest end of the room, near a window, lying back in an arm-chair, lies Mona, sound asleep.,"But I shouldn't like any one to touch it except you," says Mr. Rodney, truthfully. "Even now, as your fingers press it, I feel relief.","They certainly must be a lively lot, if all one hears is true," says Geoffrey, with a suppressed yawn.,The young man answered, "I am mourning for my wife. She died some time ago. I am looking for her.","Where are you now, Mona?" asks Geoffrey, suddenly, laying his hand with a loving pressure on her shoulder. "In Afghanistan or Timbuctoo? Far from us, at least." There is a little vague reproach and uneasiness in his tone.,"You are all wet. Do go home and change your clothes," says Mona, who is still sitting on the grass with her gown spread carefully around her. "Or perhaps"-reluctantly—"it will be better for you to go to the farm, where Bridget will look after you.".