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"It wasn't all politics, of course," he says carefully.,"Quite right. And I am the young English gentleman," says Geoffrey, lifting his hat again by way of introduction.,"Nevertheless, you might have waived that fact, and sent down word you had a headache.",Mona shudders.,"You are talking too much," says Mona, nervously.,"Law, no, sir," says the old man, with a loud and hearty laugh. "I think if ye could see the counthry girls round here, an' compare 'em with my Mona, you'd see that for yerself. She's as fine as the queen to them. Her mother, you see, was the parson's daughter down here; tiptop she was, and purty as a fairy, but mighty delicate; looked as if a march wind would blow her into heaven. Dan—he was a brother of mine, an' a solicitor in Dublin. You've been there, belike?","Well, you didn't," says Mona. "Are you engaged to her?","Sir," says Mr. Rodney, taking no notice of this preamble, "I shall trouble you to explain what you mean by reducing an inoffensive shoulder-blade to powder.","Well, then, I will not," returns she, with a last effort at determination, and the most miserable face in the world.,"Oh, no; because if you can sing at all—that is correctly, and without false notes—you must feel music and love it.","Yes; I stopped there for two or three days on my way down here. Well—and—your brother?" He cannot to himself explain the interest he feels in this story.,She draws up her tall figure to its utmost height, and gazes at the raftered ceiling to see if inspiration can be drawn from thence. But it fails her..