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"I am spinning flax for Betty, because she has rheumatism in her poor shoulder, and can do nothing, and this much flax must be finished by a certain time. I have nearly got through my portion now," says Mona; "and then we can go home." And then she sings again, some old-world song of love and chivalry that awakes within one a quick longing for a worthier life. Her sweet voice rings through the room, now glad with triumph, now sad with a "lovely melancholy," as the words and music sway her. Her voice is clear and pure and full of pathos! She seems to follow no rule; an "f" here or a "p" there, on the page before her, she heeds not, but sings only as her heart dictates. "It is a pity anything should be said against Ireland," says Rodney, cleverly; "it is such a lovely little spot.".
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"It was a feeble effort," declares he, contemptuously striking with his cane the trunks of the trees as he goes by them. Again he obeys her. "Wait," said Napi; and when they had finished eating they changed themselves again into the root digger and the dog. "'Tis the English gintleman, miss,—Misther Rodney. He wants to see ye," says the fair Bridget, putting her head in at the doorway, and speaking in a hushed and subdued tone..
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