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"It is terrible," says Mona, with such exceeding earnestness that he could have hugged her on the spot. He moves as though to take up the pistol again; but Mona is beforehand with him, and, closing her fingers round it, holds it firmly. "An' what brought him home, the murdherin' scamp," says Miss Bridget, with more vehemence than politeness, "instid of stayin' wid ye to see ye came to no harm?".
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Over the meadows and into the wood goes Mona, to where a streamlet runs, that is her special joy,—being of the garrulous and babbling order, which is, perhaps, the nearest approach to divine music that nature can make. But to-day the stream is swollen, is enlarged beyond all recognition, and, being filled with pride at its own promotion, has forgotten its little loving song, and is rushing onward with a passionate roar to the ocean. "Well," asked the old woman, "for whom are you mourning?" "A simple one." "An aim!" he says, bitterly. "I think I have found an end to my life where most fellows find a beginning.".
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