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But to the hill of Carrickdhuve, to sit alone and gaze in loving silence on the heaven-born grandeur of earth and sky and sea, comes Mona Scully no more forever.,"Yes, I recollect; they are from the 'Winter's Tale.' I think," says Mona, shyly; "but you say too much for me.",It is at this very moment the library door is suddenly flung open, and Jenkins appears upon the threshold, with his face as white as nature will permit, and his usually perfect manner much disturbed. "Sir Nicholas, can I speak to you for a moment?" he says, with much excitement, growing positively apoplectic in his endeavor to be calm.,"Do," says the duchess.,"I am not so sure of that," says Mona, with admirable tact and an exquisite smile, "but I shouldn't mind spending an hour with you.","That is a pretty verse," she says, quietly. "But I do not know the poem. I should like to read it.","But why?" says Mona, trying to read his face. "Am I so different from other people?",This is my own, my native land!'","You seem to take my success in this case as a certainty," he says, with a frown. "I may fail.","If we hurry we must meet his car there, and can send him back into Bantry, and so save him.","You know your mother will object to me," says Mona, with an effort, speaking hurriedly, whilst a little fleck of scarlet flames into her cheeks.,and light breaks through shutter and curtain, and objects pale and ghostly at first soon grow large and intimate..