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"Oh, no," says Mona, gently; "only I should like you better, of course, if you were not the cause of our undoing.","Better give up the Irish plan, dear, and come with Nichols and me to the Nugents. They are easy-going people, and will suit you.","It is down by the river," the old woman answered. "We pound on it and the buffalo run out.","Yes, but we are all so different from the English. We have no pretty fair hair in Ireland, or at least very little of it.","Were they brown?","Do you?" says her companion, staring at her, and drawing his breath a little hard. "Then, even if he should lose to me lands, title, nay, all he possesses, I should still count him a richer man than I am.","Is it?"—witheringly. Then, with some impatience, "You will be far happier in an arm-chair: do go into the parlor. There is really no reason why you should remain here.",But the fort, on this evening at least, is never reached Mona, coming to a stile, seats himself comfortably on the top of it, and looks with mild content around.,"Would you like to have a new robe?" asked Cold Maker.,"Perhaps Lady Rodney would not like it.",She looks so full of belief in her own fancy that she inspires Doatie on the spot with a similar faith.,Geoffrey and Mona go up the road with the serenader behind them, and, turning aside, she guiding, mount a stile, and, striking across a field, make straight for the high hill that conceals the ocean from the farm. Over many fields they travel, until at length they reach the mountain's summit and gaze down upon the beauteous scene below..