"But suppose she doesn't say a word about the drive?" says Mona, thoughtfully. "How will it be then?",
Mona starts violently, and draws back; shame and indignation cover her. Her breath comes in little gasps.,
"Oh, my lady, if I must speak," cries the old man, "but it is terrible news to tell without a word of warning. Mr. Paul Rodney is dying: he shot himself half an hour ago, and is lying now at Rawson's Lodge in the beech wood.".
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