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The
fine
blue
eyes
rested
on
her
sardonically
;
he
was
more
at
ease
.
"
Do
you
think
I
tamper
with
children
?
I
am
,
after
all
,
a
priest
!
"
"
You
're
a
man
first
,
Ralph
de
Bricassart
!
Being
a
priest
makes
you
feel
safe
,
that
's
all
.
"
Startled
,
he
laughed
.
Somehow
he
could
n't
fence
with
her
today
;
it
was
as
if
she
had
found
the
chink
in
his
armor
,
crept
inside
with
her
spider
's
poison
.
And
he
was
changing
,
growing
older
perhaps
,
becoming
reconciled
to
obscurity
in
Gillanbone
.
The
fires
were
dying
;
or
was
it
that
he
burned
now
for
other
things
?
"
I
am
not
a
man
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
am
a
priest
...
It
's
the
heat
,
maybe
,
the
dust
and
the
flies
...
But
I
am
not
a
man
,
Mary
.
I
'm
a
priest
.
"
"
Oh
,
Ralph
,
how
you
've
changed
!
"
she
mocked
.
"
Can
this
be
Cardinal
de
Bricassart
I
hear
?
"
"
It
is
n't
possible
,
"
he
said
,
a
passing
unhappiness
in
his
eyes
.
"
I
do
n't
think
I
want
it
anymore
.
"
She
began
to
laugh
,
rocking
back
and
forth
in
her
chair
,
watching
him
.
"
Do
n't
you
,
Ralph
?
Do
n't
you
?
Well
,
I
'll
let
you
stew
a
little
while
longer
,
but
your
day
of
reckoning
is
coming
,
never
doubt
it
.
Not
yet
,
not
for
two
or
three
years
,
perhaps
,
but
it
will
come
.
I
'll
be
like
the
Devil
,
and
offer
you
--
Enough
said
!
But
never
doubt
I
'll
make
you
writhe
.
You
're
the
most
fascinating
man
I
've
ever
met
.
You
throw
your
beauty
in
our
teeth
,
contemptuous
of
our
foolishness
.
But
I
'll
pin
you
to
the
wall
on
your
own
weakness
,
I
'll
make
you
sell
yourself
like
any
painted
whore
.
Do
you
doubt
it
?
"
He
leaned
back
,
smiling
.
"
I
do
n't
doubt
you
'll
try
.
But
I
do
n't
think
you
know
me
as
well
as
you
think
you
do
.
"
"
Do
I
not
?
Time
will
tell
,
Ralph
,
and
only
time
.
I
'm
old
;
I
have
nothing
but
time
left
to
me
.
"
