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"It is pretty, I think," she says. "The duke," with a grave look, "gave it to me just two years after my son was born.","I am so glad you are poor," says Mona. "If you were rich or even well off, I should never consent,—never!",Ten minutes later, having bidden their hostess a hearty farewell, they step out into the open air and walk towards the farm.,"Law, no, sir," says the old man, with a loud and hearty laugh. "I think if ye could see the counthry girls round here, an' compare 'em with my Mona, you'd see that for yerself. She's as fine as the queen to them. Her mother, you see, was the parson's daughter down here; tiptop she was, and purty as a fairy, but mighty delicate; looked as if a march wind would blow her into heaven. Dan—he was a brother of mine, an' a solicitor in Dublin. You've been there, belike?","Well, Jack is home by this time, I suppose,—that's my second brother; at least he was expected yesterday; and Violet Mansergh is very often there; and as a rule, you know, there is always somebody; and that's all.",It is the 20th of February; already winter is dying out of mind, and little flowers are springing everywhere.,"Turn it where, darling?" asks she, a little dreamily.,"Violet, play us something," says Geoffrey, who has quite entered into the spirit of the thing, and who doesn't mind his mothers "horrors" in the least, but remembers how sweet Mona used to look when going slowly and with that quaint solemn dignity of hers "through her steps.",In an instant they are locked in each other's arms. Ryan wrestles violently, but is scarcely a match for Rodney, whose youth and training tell, and who is actually fighting for dear life. In the confusion the gun goes off, and the bullet, passing by Rodney's arm, tears away a piece of the coat with it, and also part of the flesh. But this he hardly knows till later on.,Indeed, no sound disturbs the sacred silence save the crisp rustle of the dead leaves, as they are trodden into the ground.,"I'll tell you when I come back," says Geoffrey,—"if I ever do.","Thank you," says Lady Rodney, coldly, letting her lids fall over her eyes..