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"To Bantry," says Mona, growing white again,—"to-night! Oh, do you want to kill me and yourself?","Bridget," says Mona, "will you go in and get me a cup of tea before I go to bed? I am tired.","It is a pity anything should be said against Ireland," says Rodney, cleverly; "it is such a lovely little spot.",He comes to her and looks over her shoulder at the paper she holds. In an ugly unformed hand the following figures and words are written upon it,—,Her face is hidden; it is lying on her arms, and they are cast, in the utter recklessness and abandonment of her grief, across the feet of him who, only yesterday, had been her "man,"—her pride and her delight.,"Then, thank you, Mrs. Corcoran, I will have a potato," says Rodney, gratefully, honest hunger and the knowledge that it will please Mona to be friendly with "her people," as she calls them, urging him on. "I'm as hungry as I can be," he says.,"What a lovely necklace you are wearing!",Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.","It is quite a romance," says Jack Rodney: "I never heard anything like it before off the stage." He is speaking to the room generally. "I doubt if any one but you, Mona, would have got the will out of him. He hates the rest of us like poison.",Mona, turning, confronts the frightened group in the corner, both men and women, with a face changed and aged by grief and indignation.,"I am quite comfortable, thank you.","That is just like me," says Mr. Rodney, unblushingly—"the very image of me.".