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"
Who
told
you
that
?
"
"
No
one
.
I
worked
it
out
for
myself
,
"
she
said
.
Father
Ralph
closed
his
eyes
and
told
himself
that
he
could
n't
possibly
be
called
a
coward
for
leaving
matters
where
they
stood
.
He
could
pity
her
,
but
he
could
n't
help
her
any
further
.
Enough
was
enough
.
Mary
Carson
was
going
to
be
seventy-two
years
old
,
and
she
was
planning
the
biggest
party
to
be
held
on
Drogheda
in
fifty
years
.
Her
birthday
fell
at
the
start
of
November
,
when
it
was
hot
but
till
bearable
--
at
least
for
Gilly
natives
.
"
Mark
that
,
Mrs.
Smith
!
"
Minnie
whispered
.
"
Do
ye
mark
that
!
November
the
t
'
urrd
herself
was
born
!
"
"
What
are
you
on
about
now
,
Min
?
"
the
housekeeper
asked
.
Minnie
's
Celtic
mysteriousness
got
on
her
own
good
steady
English
nerves
.
"
Why
,
and
to
be
sure
it
means
herself
is
a
Scorpio
woman
,
does
it
not
?
A
Scorpio
woman
,
now
!
"
"
I
have
n't
got
the
slightest
idea
what
you
're
talking
about
,
Min
!
"
"
The
wurrst
sign
a
woman
can
find
herself
born
into
,
Mrs.
Smith
darlin
'
.
Och
,
they
're
children
of
the
Devil
,
so
they
are
!
"
said
Cat
,
round-eyed
,
blessing
herself
.
"
Honestly
,
Minnie
,
you
and
Cat
are
the
dizzy
limit
,
"
said
Mrs.
Smith
,
not
a
whit
impressed
.
