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"That is a pretty verse," she says, quietly. "But I do not know the poem. I should like to read it." "Yes—you think; go on," says Rodney, gazing at her attentively. He took the baby to his mother's lodge and asked her to take care of it and left it with her. Then he started away, not knowing where he was going nor what he should do..
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"Nothing on earth shall bring me to say that," says Mona, solemnly. "Nothing!" Mona, sitting down to the piano, plays a few chords in a slow, plaintive fashion, and then begins. Paul Rodney has come to the doorway, and is standing there gazing at her, though she knows it not. The ballroom is far distant, so far that the sound of the band does not break upon the silence of the room in which they are assembled. A hush falls upon the listeners as Mona's fresh, pathetic, tender voice rises into the air. She too rises, lays her hand on Mona's arm, and walks through the long room, and past the county generally, to "see the lake by moonlight." Yet it is not for the sake of gazing upon almost unrivalled scenery she goes, but to please this Irish girl, whom so very few can resist. She turns through a broken gap into a ploughed field, and breaks into a quick run..
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