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But
as
Father
Ralph
paid
his
frequent
visits
to
Drogheda
and
the
change
in
Meggie
deepened
from
a
pretty
feminine
metamorphosis
to
a
quenching
of
all
her
vitality
,
his
concern
for
her
mushroomed
into
worry
,
and
then
into
fear
.
A
physical
and
spiritual
wasting
away
was
taking
place
beneath
his
very
eyes
;
she
was
slipping
away
from
them
,
and
he
could
n't
bear
to
see
her
become
another
Fee
.
The
small
pointed
face
was
all
eyes
staring
at
some
dreadful
prospect
,
the
milky
opaque
skin
which
never
tanned
or
freckled
was
growing
more
translucent
.
If
the
process
went
on
,
he
thought
,
she
would
one
day
disappear
into
her
own
eyes
like
a
snake
swallowing
its
tail
,
until
she
drifted
through
the
universe
as
an
almost
invisible
shaft
of
glassy
grey
light
,
seen
only
from
the
corner
of
the
vision
where
shadows
lurk
and
black
things
crawl
down
a
white
wall
.
Well
,
he
would
find
out
if
he
had
to
wring
it
from
her
forcibly
.
Mary
Carson
was
at
her
most
demanding
these
days
,
jealous
of
every
moment
he
spent
down
at
the
head
stockman
's
house
;
only
the
infinite
patience
of
a
subtle
,
devious
man
kept
his
rebellion
against
her
possessiveness
hidden
from
her
.
Even
his
alien
pre-occupation
with
Meggie
could
n't
always
overcome
his
politic
wisdom
,
the
purring
content
he
derived
from
watching
his
charm
work
on
such
a
cantankerous
,
refractory
subject
as
Mary
Carson
.
While
that
long-dormant
care
for
the
welfare
of
a
single
other
person
champed
and
stamped
up
and
down
his
mind
,
he
acknowledged
the
existence
of
another
entity
dwelling
side
by
side
with
it
:
the
cat-cold
cruelty
of
getting
the
better
of
,
making
a
fool
of
a
conceited
,
masterful
woman
.
Oh
,
he
'd
always
liked
to
do
that
!
The
old
spider
would
never
get
the
better
of
him
.
Eventually
he
managed
to
shake
free
of
Mary
Carson
and
run
Meggie
to
earth
in
the
little
graveyard
under
the
shadow
of
the
pallid
,
unwarlike
avenging
angel
.
She
was
staring
up
into
its
mawkishly
placid
face
with
shrinking
fear
written
on
her
own
,
an
exquisite
contrast
between
the
feeling
and
the
unfeeling
,
he
thought
.
But
what
was
he
doing
here
,
chasing
after
her
like
a
clucky
old
hen
when
it
was
really
none
of
his
business
,
when
it
ought
to
be
her
mother
or
her
father
to
find
out
what
was
the
matter
?
Only
that
they
had
n't
seen
anything
wrong
,
that
she
did
n't
matter
to
them
the
way
she
mattered
to
him
.
And
that
he
was
a
priest
,
he
must
give
comfort
to
the
lonely
or
the
despairing
in
spirit
.
He
could
n't
bear
to
see
her
unhappy
,
yet
he
shrank
from
the
way
he
was
tying
himself
to
her
by
an
accumulation
of
events
.
He
was
making
a
whole
arsenal
of
happenings
and
memories
out
of
her
,
and
he
was
afraid
.
His
love
for
her
and
his
priestly
instinct
to
offer
himself
in
any
required
spiritual
capacity
warred
with
an
obsessive
horror
of
becoming
utterly
necessary
to
someone
human
,
and
of
having
someone
human
become
utterly
necessary
to
himself
.
As
she
heard
him
walk
across
the
grass
she
turned
to
confront
him
,
folding
her
hands
in
her
lap
and
looking
down
at
her
feet
.
He
sat
near
her
,
arms
locked
around
his
knees
,
the
soutane
in
folds
no
more
graceful
than
the
easy
length
of
the
body
inhabiting
it
.
No
sense
beating
around
the
bush
,
he
decided
;
if
she
could
,
she
would
evade
him
.
"
What
's
the
matter
,
Meggie
?
"
"
Nothing
,
Father
.
"
"
I
do
n't
believe
you
.
"
"
Please
,
Father
,
please
!
I
ca
n't
tell
you
!
"
"
Oh
,
Meggie
!
Ye
of
little
faith
!
You
can
tell
me
anything
,
anything
under
the
sun
.
That
's
what
I
'm
here
for
,
that
's
why
I
'm
a
priest
.
I
am
Our
Lord
's
chosen
representative
here
on
earth
,
I
listen
on
His
behalf
,
I
even
forgive
on
His
behalf
.
And
,
wee
Meggie
,
there
is
nothing
in
God
's
universe
He
and
I
can
not
find
it
in
our
hearts
to
forgive
.
You
must
tell
me
what
the
matter
is
,
my
love
,
because
if
anyone
can
help
you
,
I
can
.
As
long
as
I
live
I
'll
try
to
help
you
,
watch
over
you
.
If
you
like
,
a
sort
of
guardian
angel
,
better
by
far
than
that
chunk
of
marble
above
your
head
.
"
He
took
a
breath
and
leaned
forward
.
"
Meggie
,
if
you
love
me
,
tell
me
!
"
