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"He says he knows nothing about any will.",He is perhaps disappointed in that every Irish cloak does not conceal a face beautiful as a houri's. And he learns by degrees that only one in ten says "bedad," and that "och murther?" is an expression almost extinct.,"Very well, if you wish.","No?" says Lauderdale, laughing. "But why, then? There is no other Mrs. Rodney, is there?",Mona, turning, confronts the frightened group in the corner, both men and women, with a face changed and aged by grief and indignation.,"Neither could I," puts in Geoffrey. "But it was hard on you, my darling.","Do not be afraid," said Kŭt-o-yĭs´.,"Through the window. I was passing, and found it open." There is some note in his voice that might well be termed mocking.,"So I thought," exclaims Mona, with a cheerful nod, that under other circumstances should be aggravating, so full of content it is. "At first I fea—I thought you were rich, but afterwards I guessed it was your brothers' ground you were shooting over. And Bridget told me, too. She said you could not be well off, you had so many brothers. But I like you all the better for that," says Mona, in a tone that actually savors of protection, slipping her little brown hand through his arm in a kindly, friendly, lovable fashion.,So they start, in a lazy, happy-go-lucky fashion, for their walk, conversing as they go, of themselves principally as all true lovers will.,She looks at him as she says this, fearlessly, honestly, and without a suspicion of coquetry.,"This is too dreadful!" moans Lady Rodney, sinking back again in her chair, utterly overcome by this last crowning blow. She clasps her hands with a deplorable gesture, and indeed looks the very personification of disgusted woe..