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And sitteth in a Sabbath of still rest;,It is an old song she chooses, and simple as old, and sweet as simple. I almost forget the words now, but I know it runs in this wise:,"But—" begins he, impatiently, trying gently to put her to one side.,A choking sensation, rising from her heart, almost stops Mona's breath; her mouth feels parched and dry; her eyes widen. A sudden fear oppresses her. How is it going to be in all the future? Is Geoffrey's—her own husband's—mother to be her enemy?,"My dear child, don't talk like that," he says, nervously: "you're done up, you know. Come to bed.","Nevertheless, let me hear it," says the duchess. "I cannot forget that your face is musical.","He has lost his way. He is tired, and I have asked him to have some breakfast. He is the English gentleman who is living at Coolnagurtheen.","I mean," says Mona, flushing a vivid scarlet, "is she stern?",Taking up the hapless heather, she throws it on the ground, and, in a fit of childish spleen, lays her foot upon it and tramples it out of all recognition. Yet, even as she does so, the tears gather in her eyes, and, resting there unshed, transfigure her into a lovely picture that might well be termed "Beauty in Distress." For this faded flower she grieves, as though it were, indeed, a living thing that she has lost.,"It is very hard on Sir Nicholas," says Mona, who would not call him "Nick" now for the world.,Stooping, he presses his lips to her hand for the first time. The caress is long and fervent.,"But you were not afraid to dance with Lauderdale, my son?" says the duchess, looking at her..