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"They—they have found that fellow,—old Elspeth's nephew," he says in a husky tone.,"How couldn't I?" replies he. "Come; let us follow it up to the bitter end.",Then he turns his head away again to let his eyes rest on Mona, as though nowhere else can peace or comfort be found.,"Oh, yes," says Mona, brightening even under this small touch of friendliness. "I'm very fond of it, too. I can get through all the steps without a mistake.",From the hills the scent of the heather is wafted towards him, filling him with a subtle keen sense of youth and gladness and the absolute joy of living. His good dog is at his heels; a boy—procured from some neighboring cabin, and warranted not to wear out, however long the journey to be undertaken or how many miles to travel—carries his bag beside him.,Miss Mona looks puzzled.,When the people heard this they were angry, and they told the man to do something to punish these women.,"Troth I am, sir. I see him goin' wid me own two eyes not an hour ago, in the gig an' the white horse, wid the wan eye an' the loose tail,—that looks for all the world as if it was screwed on to him. An' 'tisn't Norry is callin' for him nayther (though I don't say but she'll be on the way), but Larry Moloney the sweep. 'Tis a stitch he got this morning, an' he's gone intirely this time, the people say. An' more's the pity too, for a dacent sowl he was, an' more nor a mortial sweep.",Geoffrey says nothing. But Sir Nicholas, as though impulsively, says,—,"Was it you?" asks he, raising himself on his elbow to regard her earnestly, though very loath to quit the spot where late he has been tenant. "You? Oh, Mona!","Very," returns he, surprised. He has not thought of her as one versed in lore of any kind. "What poets do you prefer?",Geoffrey, too, raises his head and smiles, in sympathy with his wife's burst of merriment, as does Miss Darling, who stops her conversation with Sir Nicholas to listen to it..