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"Worse!" repeats his mother, in a withering tone. In this mood she is not nice, and a very little of her suffices.,Unbars the gates of light,","You hurt me!" replies he, in a peculiar tone, that is not so peculiar but it fully satisfies her. And then he smiles, and, seeing old Brian has once more returned to the fire and his pipe, and Biddy has gone for fresh water, he stoops over the reddened basin, and, in spite of all the unromantic surroundings, kisses her as fondly as if roses and moonbeams and dripping fountains and perfumed exotics were on every side. And this, because true romance—that needs no outward fire to keep it warm—is in his heart.,Whenever these lines come to me I think of Mona.,"But you like Lady Rodney?" says Mona, in a puzzled tone.,"Sure Miss Mona can," says Biddy, turning to her young mistress, and standing in the doorway in her favorite position,—that is, with her bare arms akimbo, and her head to one side like a magpie. "She's raal clever at dhressin' an' doctherin' an' that.",Lastly, Lady Rodney comes to the front with,—,"That is just like me," says Mr. Rodney, unblushingly—"the very image of me.","If—if you loved a fellow, would anything turn you against him?" asks he, suddenly, looking her full in the face.,"What a funny boy you are!" says Mona, with a little laugh.,"You were talking of pigs," says Mona, gently.,Altogether she is a picture, which, if slightly suggestive of artificiality, is yet very nearly perfection. Mona is therefore agreeably surprised, and, being—as all her nation is—susceptible to outward beauty, feels drawn towards this odd young woman in sickly green, with her canine friend beside her..