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"Yes" replies he, slowly as though regretful that he cannot deny his own identity. Her coming is a thunderbolt, her speech lightning. Lady Rodney changes color, and is for once utterly disconcerted. Mona hardly hears him. She is thinking of Nicholas's face as it was half an hour ago when he had leaned against the deserted doorway and looked at pretty Dorothy..
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"They didn't get on for long," he says, mournfully,—and what voice is so full of melancholy as the Irish voice when it sinks into sadness? "When the little one—Mona—was barely five years old, they went to ground; Mount Jerome got them. Fever it was; and it carried 'em both off just while ye'd have time to look round ye. Poor souls, they went to the blessed land together. Perhaps the Holy Virgin knew they would have got on badly without each other anywhere." "Yes, I know it now!" returns she, softly, yet with the gentle dignity that always belongs to her. Her lips quiver, but she draws herself up to her fullest height, and, throwing up her head, walks with a gait that is almost stately into the presence of the duchess. "But you said you knew the entire locality,—couldn't be puzzled within a radius of thirty miles. How far are we from home?" But Mr. Rodney is determined to "have it out with her," as he himself would say, before consenting to fade away out of her sight..
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