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"A true meaning. But see, how late it grows! For a few hours we must part. Until to-morrow—good-night!"

"Good-night, my life! my sweet, sweet heart!" says Desmond.

The End.

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[p. 7]: man!" says[say] Miss Priscilla, with such terrible energy and such a
[p. 7]: this dismal picture. Tears born of tenderness spring[pring] to her
[p. 8]: of vicious satisfaction[satisfactiou] for her.
[p. 15]: then, not Ryan or the cook, but a much more perplexing[preplexing] vision
[p. 17]: The Beresfords are[ars] like so many clocks wound up, and
[p. 22]: "Yes, some other time," echoes Miss Penelope[Penolope], gently.
[p. 24]: she pretty, Reilly[Rielly]?"
[p. 27]: To-morrow[To morrow], if to-day proves successful and her rowing does
[p. 30]: why lose this lovely afternoon, and that corner you were speaking of[speak of]?
[p. 40]: child, this girl, Bella," says Miss Priscilla, still full of reminiscences[reminiscenses],
[p. 44]: "She is a regular old wretch!" says the youngest Miss[Uiss]
[p. 47]: Miss Priscilla Blake then enters the carriage. She is followed[follow]
[p. 50]: face, but very velvety eyes and a smile rare but handsome[handsone].
[p. 54]: amuse himself with, and he ought to be proud of his victories[victorles]."
[p. 56]: "Then let me come too[to]?"
[p. 56]: changes, and he colors perceptibly[perceptibily]; he hesitates too, and regards
[p. 60]: "I decline to shrink," with unparalleled[unparalled] bravery. "I prefer
[p. 63]: making Mr. Desmond preternaturally[perternaturally] grave.
[p. 68]: "Don't trouble yourself to do that again," says Monica[Moncia]
[p. 68]: rude[rud] things about Ireland, because I don't like that either."
[p. 69]: even to herself, ignores that ignominious[ignominous] first) to declare in this
[p. 71]: This with the learned air of one who could[would] say
[p. 87]: "No giving in, no shilly-shallying[shilly-shillying], but downright determination.
[p. 91]: In fact, he is so kind-hearted that I cannot think how[now] all that
[p. 91]: At this Monica blushes a little, and twirls her rings[rings her] round her
[p. 93]: that, as[a] I am not in love with any one, and hope I never shall
[p. 98]: which has been accepted by Mitchell as a deliberate[delibirate] insult.
[p. 105]: man is waiting and it is woefully[wofully] late."
[p. 108]: kept it for you all along, you know. If you tell me you[yu] have
[p. 108]: fat young marine, so it cannot be said that she has[has she] altogether a
[p. 112]: turn again[egain] to the room beyond, and make search for the siren
[p. 120]: "You were indeed!" interrupting him hastily, with a contemptuous[comtemptuous]
[p. 123]: "Others[Other's] can!" says Mr. Ronayne. As he speaks he
[p. 125]: Terence, in a tone that is not to be borne[born].
[p. 140]: breed tyranny[tryanny]—that she hardly turns aside to meditate upon
[p. 147]: "Not to-day[to day], I think," says Monica, lazily.
[p. 149]: pointing[pionting] to a hanging spray of pink blossoms, satisfying as a
[p. 151]: ago) that a dark-blue petticoat beneath, of some[come] coarse description,
[p. 151]: says; but it's belike I'll never see a sight of his handsome[handsone] face
[p. 154]: ugly spalpeen, if ye came without a civil tongue in yer head[hand]?"
[p. 157]: for[or] him close to Monica. "What's the matther wid ye to-day,
[p. 157]: keenly from Brian[Brain] to Kit, and then back again.
[p. 158]: but with a lovely smile. "I am going to[] pick to some ferns for Aunt
[p. 159]: and she repents[ her] of her last words.
[p. 160]: aggrieved[agrieved]; "that is visiting the sins of the uncles upon
[p. 165]: After this come[comes] sundry other jottings, such as—
[p. 166]: "Oh, don't! my dear Penelope!" says Miss Priscilla[Penelope], with
[p. 166]: he is,"—pointing through the window[winddw] to where Terence may
[p. 169]: Mrs. Herrick, regards with dismay[disma].
[p. 171]: "Nevertheless[Neverheless] speak. Anything is better than this ghastly
[p. 174]: Conscience forbidding her, she abstains from[fron] entering those
[p. 178]: "Do not say another[auother] word," says Monica, imperiously.
[p. 182]: you. What shall I swear by, then?" he asks, half laughing[laughinn]:
[p. 186]: and in perfect good faith. She knows[knowns] less of him than the
[p. 187]: Fancy a frowzy couch saturated with tears! you know," reproachfully[rereproachfully]
[p. 190]: arms,—as is[in] his habit with most children, being a special favorite
[p. 205]: readily let her tapered[taper] fingers droop until they touch the pale
[p. 206]: "And the good man! What of him?" says[say] Desmond, looking
[p. 206]: like a superannuated[superanuated] ghost, only awfuller."
[p. 207]: "That's[Taat's] a good thing," says Madam O'Connor, entering,
[p. 210]: forever, boy though[through] you deem me; and, yet, is one ever a boy
[p. 211]: nearer," says Mrs. Bohun, with[wiih] a soft laugh.
[p. 215]: quarrel," says[said] Mrs. Herrick, in a perfectly even tone: "so don't
[p. 217]: with himself too," says Olga, provokingly. "Really. I think[thinh]
[p. 223]: "Don't be stupid!" says[say] this prospective wife, with considerable
[p. 223]: "Don't be stupid!" says this prospective wife, with[wth] considerable
[p. 223]: with increasing[ in] temper.
[p. 223]: The denouement[denoument] was full of interest,—positively thrilling! I
[p. 223]: have addressed me that contemptuous[comtemptuous] remark."
[p. 234]: "I am very glad of that," says Monica[Mouica], simply; and then
[p. 237]: return, and thinking, somewhat sadly, how small a way[away] he has
[p. 238]: Monica's week at Aghyohillbeg[Aghyohillberg] is drawing to a close.
[p. 239]: protector. Faith, you needn't laugh, for it's[its] only common
[p. 241]: the slightest[slighest] thought of her money."
[p. 242]: "I know," says Monica, mysteriously: "she is asleep,—getting[gerting]
[p. 242]: room, is gazing with dreamy delight at the pretty gown[grown] Miss
[p. 243]: up this book) have mercy[merci]—that is, unfortunately, been debarred
[p. 248]: the Egyptian[Egyptain] charcoal in the world could not make them long
[p. 248]: usual[nsual]. "I see nothing in it. My grandmother always rouged,—put
[p. 251]: How Madam O'Connor tells[tell] how lovers throve in the good old days when
[p. 255]: You," uncertainly, "are going home to-morrow[to morrow], are
[p. 259]: "I think[lhink] all women would be better without them; and as
[p. 265]: and the cowardly would-be assassin[assassins] so far is safe from arrest.
[p. 265]: discuss[disscuss] the outrage.
[p. 265]: "I retract[retrace] every foolish word I said a few minutes since.
[p. 272]: much precipitancy[preciptancy], he flings his cigar to the winds, and, before
[p. 272]: and——" Her voice trembles ominously[ominiously].
[p. 274]: CHAPTER[CHAPTEK] XXVII.
[p. 275]: off a piece of the cake and puts it in his mouth[mouths]. Desmond,
[p. 276]: But just at the very last she had given way, and had flung[flnng]
[p. 278]: it. It casts despair upon the hopes that are[is] kindling afresh within
[p. 278]: of her own hapless[hapeless] love story) between her slender fingers,
[p. 281]: A pang, a sudden thought, shoots through[though] him, and renders
[p. 281]: his voice, "try to forgive[foigive] her; be gentle with her. It was all
[p. 281]: of old-world[old-words] grandeur in her manner, but a sad tremulousness
[p. 285]: Priscilla gets apparently[apparenly] lost in the pages of "Temple Bar."
[p. 285]: An hour glides by with aggravating slowness[slowuess]; and then a
[p. 287]: you feel yourself pretty low[ow]. But I'd advise you to wait and see
[p. 289]: they say—that she—and James Beresford[Berestord]—did not get on at
[p. 290]: if you will look upon that as settled[setted], so shall I."
[p. 298]: She laughs outright at this, and glances[glance] at him from under
[p. 301]: and a sense of chill and fear, as strong as it is foolish, is overpowering[overpowdering]