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It was a tail boy, almost a man, and I knew in a moment who he was. He
was the young Lord Raa. And at first I thought how handsome and well
dressed he was as he looked down at me and smiled. After a moment he
stepped into the cabin and sat in front of me and said:
"So you are little Mary O'Neill, are you?"
I did not speak. I was thinking he was not so very handsome after all,
having two big front teeth like Betsy Beauty.
"The girl who ought to have been a boy and put my nose out, eh?"
Still I did not speak. I was thinking his voice was like Nessy
MacLeod's--shrill and harsh and grating.
"Poor little mite! Going all the way to Rome to a Convent, isn't she?"
Even yet I did not speak. I was thinking his eyes were like Aunt
Bridget's--cold and grey and piercing.
"So silent and demure, though! Quite a little nun already. A deuced
pretty one, too, if anybody asks me."
I was beginning to have a great contempt for him.
"Where did you get those big angel eyes from? Stole them from some
picture of the Madonna, I'll swear.


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