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"Yes, if it is fine," says Mona, after a faint hesitation.,She excuses her unwonted drowsiness with a little laugh, natural and friendly, and begs them "not to betray her." Clothed in all this sweetness she drops a word or two meant to crush Mona; but that hapless young woman hears her not, being bent on explaining to Mrs. Carson that, as a rule, the Irish peasantry do not go about dressed only in glass beads, like the gay and festive Zulus, and that petticoats and breeches are not utterly unknown.,"I have given a paper to Dr. Bland for you: it will explain what I wish. And, Mona, there are some papers in my room: will you see to them for me and have them burned?",She stands away from him, and looks at him with a face so pale, yet so earnest and intense, that he feels it will be unwise to argue further with her just now. So instead he takes both her hands and draws her to his side again.,"Let us kill our husband," said the other: "then we can go back to our relations and have a good time.",The next morning the young man awoke and went on toward the next butte. It took him a long summer's day to get there, but he found there no lodge, so he lay down and slept. Again he dreamed. In his dream he saw a little lodge, and saw an old woman come to the door and heard her call to him. He went into the lodge, and she spoke to him.,"Am I not?" says he, humbly, putting on his carefully crestfallen air that has generally been found so highly successful. "Tell me my fault.",She opens the door, and runs almost into Mona's arms, who is evidently searching for her everywhere.,Following her, he takes both her hands, and, holding them closely, draws her back to her former position beside him.,"But this is very sad for you, isn't it?" she says, feeling herself in duty bound to say something.,Hame, hame to my ain countrie,,"It is for my sake; but it will break my heart.".