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"And what has brought you?" demands she, not rudely or quickly, but as though desirous of obtaining information on a subject that puzzles her.,"Would you bite me?" murmurs she, fondly, as the bird flies off again alarmed at the presence of the tall stranger, who already is busy comparing most favorably the face of its mistress with the faces of all the fashionable beauties London has been raving about for eighteen months. "Every morning they torment me like this," she says, turning to Geoffrey, with a little pleasant confidential nod.,"And Uncle Brian?" asks Mona, fearfully.,Some one close to him said, "What is it, my brother?" and looking around, he saw the wolverene sitting there.,"Have they taught you to hate me already?" he asks, in a low, compressed tone, that make her nerves assert themselves.,Over the meadows and into the wood goes Mona, to where a streamlet runs, that is her special joy,—being of the garrulous and babbling order, which is, perhaps, the nearest approach to divine music that nature can make. But to-day the stream is swollen, is enlarged beyond all recognition, and, being filled with pride at its own promotion, has forgotten its little loving song, and is rushing onward with a passionate roar to the ocean.,"Who?" "What?" say Mona and Dorothy, in one breath.,"Mona, you musn't do that. Now, I shall be really annoyed if you insist on sitting up for me and so lose a good night's rest. Now, don't, darling. It will only take it out of you, and make you pale and languid next day.",He laughs a little as he says this, but there is no mirth in his laugh.,"What! How could Jack or I resemble an Irish member?" asks she, with a little grimace.,"Oh, no, not that," says Mona. "Poor Ireland! Every one either laughs at her or hates her. Though I like my adopted country, still I shall always feel for old Erin what I could never feel for another land.","So Warden failed you?" he says, presently, alluding to old Elspeth's nephew..