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She says this in such perfect good faith that Mr. Rodney roars with laughter.,"You shall guess," says Mrs. Geoffrey, gayly, with a little laugh. "Now, where do you think?",The woman called again, "No, no; do not go on; come now and wrestle once with me.","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.,"Hist, Miss Mona! hist!" says this voice close at Mona's ear. She starts violently.,"I am not going to suffer," says Mona, lightly. "Sorrow only falls on every second generation; and you know poor mother was very unhappy at one time: therefore I am free. You will call that superstition, but," with a grave shake of her head, "it is quite true.",The stream, though insignificant, is swift. Placing her strong young arms, that are rounded and fair as those of any court dame, beneath Rodney, she lifts him, and, by a supreme effort, and by right of her fresh youth and perfect health, draws him herself to land.,"No? did it?" says Nolly, sentimentally. "How—how awfully satisfactory it is to know we both thought alike on even one subject!","Yes; let me go to him," says Mona, quickly; "I shall know what to say better than you.","Well, come with me, and I'll stay till you turn me out.',"Yes. I forgive you," she says, almost in a whisper, with a seriousness that amounts to solemnity.,"So it is really, Mrs. Geoffrey, you know," says Nolly, placing his hand on her other shoulder to give her a second shake. "Nick's quite right. Don't take it to heart; don't now. You might as well say the gunsmith who originally sold him the fatal weapon is responsible for this unhappy event, as—as that you are.".