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"If it was a political quip," says Violet, "I shouldn't care about it." Mona turns pale. "I think every one is to be pitied; and Jack more than most,—after dear Nicholas," she says, gently, with such a kindly glance at Violet as goes straight to that young woman's heart, and grows and blossoms there forever after..
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"Yes," replied Scarface, "I saw them." "He won't go into the stable to-night," says Mona, comfortably. "And what has brought you?" demands she, not rudely or quickly, but as though desirous of obtaining information on a subject that puzzles her. "An' a nate color too," says this woman, who is bare-footed, beneath her breath, regarding with admiration the yellow tint of the object on which she is engaged. Two pullets, feathered like a partridge, are creeping stealthily into the dairy, their heads turned knowingly on one side, their steps slow and cautious; not even the faintest chirrup escapes them, lest it be the cause of their instant dismissal. There is no sound anywhere but the soft music that falls from Mona's lips..
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