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"With pleasure," says Mona.,"Yes, that is true," he says, in a curious tone, in answer to her words, his eyes fixed moodily upon the ground. Then suddenly he lifts his head, and as his gaze meets hers some of the truth and sweetness that belong to her springs from her to him and restores him once again to his proper self.,"I wish you wouldn't talk like that," says Mona, with a shudder. "It isn't at all nice of you; and especially when you know how miserable I am about my poor country.","Not even to me?" with a sardonic laugh.,"Oh, what a day is this!" cries she, with quivering lips. "See the ruin you have brought upon this home, that only yestermorn was full of life and gladness! Is this what has come of your Land League, and your Home Rulers, and your riotous meetings? Where is the soul of this poor man, who was hurried to his last account without his priest, and without a prayer for pardon on his lips? And how shall the man who slew him dare to think on his own soul?","And your brother?","This is dreadful!" says Doatie. "But"—brightening—"surely it is not so bad as death or disgrace, is it?","Surely," thinks Mona to herself, "this strange young man is not altogether bad. He has his divine touches as well as another.","Shall we set out now?" says Mona; and she calls "Mickey, Mickey," at the top of her strong young lungs.,Mona, pleasantly, turning away.,"I hope you had your hat on," says Lady Rodney, presently, in a severe tone, meant to cover the defeat. She had once seen Mona with the crimson silk handkerchief on her head,—Irish fashion,—and had expressed her disapproval of all such uncivilized headdresses.,The naivete of this speech is not to be surpassed..