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So the grudge, being well watered, grew and flourished, and at last, as I said, the old man made a will one night, in the presence of the gardener and his nephew, who witnessed it, leaving all he possessed—save the title and some outside property, which he did not possess—to his younger son. And, having made this will, he went to his bed, and in the cold night, all alone, he died there, and was found in the morning stiff and stark, with the gay spring sunshine pouring in upon him, while the birds sang without as though to mock death's power, and the flowers broke slowly into life.,"Wait, Mrs. Rodney. Let me help you across.","Oh, stay?" she says, faintly, detaining him both by word and gesture.,"My own old pet," says Mrs. Geoffrey, still mysteriously, and with the fondest smile imaginable.,"Have you ever read Shelley?" asks he, presently, puzzled by the extreme serenity of her manner.,"The loose train of thy amber-drooping hair.","Yes, but we are all so different from the English. We have no pretty fair hair in Ireland, or at least very little of it.",When she has finished, Geoffrey says "thank you" in a low tone. He is thinking of the last time when some one else sang to him, and of how different the whole scene was from this. It was at the Towers, and the hour with its dying daylight, rises before him. The subdued light of the summer eve, the open window, the perfume of the drowsy flowers, the girl at the piano with her small drooping head and her perfectly trained and very pretty voice, the room, the soft silence, his mother leaning back in her crimson velvet chair, beating time to the music with her long jewelled, fingers,—all is remembered.,"I begin to think our English cousins are not famous for their veracity," she says, with some scorn. "You seem to doubt every one's word; or is it mine in particular? Yet I spoke the truth. I do not want to marry any one.","Very different," says Rodney.,Those who wish to know something about how the people lived who told these stories will find their ways of life described in the last chapter of this book.,"Or like the 'sweet little cherub that sits up aloft.' There is something cherubic about you, do you know Nolly, when one comes to think of it. But finish your tale.".