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"Oh, my lady, if I must speak," cries the old man, "but it is terrible news to tell without a word of warning. Mr. Paul Rodney is dying: he shot himself half an hour ago, and is lying now at Rawson's Lodge in the beech wood.","Better not remember it," says Violet, but she smiles as she calls to mind Jack's apt quotation.,At this Mona laughs unrestrainedly; and Lady Rodney, rising hurriedly, says,—,And made a sunshine in the shady place.","It was more than a 'surprise.' That is a mild word," says Lady Rodney. She is looking at him, is telling herself what a goodly son he is, so tall and strong and bright and handsome. He might have married almost any one! And now—now——? No, she cannot forgive. "It was, and must always be, a lasting grief," she goes on, in a low tone.,To demand the will from Paul Rodney without further proof that it is in his possession than the fact of having discovered by chance a secret cupboard is absurd; yet not to demand it seems madness. To see him, to reason with him, to accuse him of it, is her one desire; yet she can promise herself no good from such an interview. She sighs as she thus seeks aimlessly to see a satisfactory termination to all her meditations.,"Of the purest," says Geoffrey.,THE ALL COMRADES SOCIETIES,"Yes; every one admires it. It is very old. You know one part of the Towers is older than all the rest.","Don't mind me," says Miss Scully, hastily. "I shall follow you by and by.","Shot himself! How?" she says, hoarsely, her bosom rising and falling tumultuously. "Jenkins, answer me.","Oh, it is dreadfully late!" says Mona, with much compunction. "Come, let us hurry.".