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He
extended
his
hand
to
her
,
smiling
tenderly
.
"
Oh
,
Meggie
,
you
're
so
lovely
!
Come
on
,
I
'm
going
to
escort
you
myself
,
and
Bob
and
Jack
shall
take
your
mother
.
"
She
was
just
a
month
short
of
seventeen
,
and
for
the
first
time
in
his
life
Paddy
felt
really
old
.
But
she
was
the
treasure
of
his
heart
;
nothing
should
spoil
her
first
grown-up
party
.
They
walked
to
the
homestead
slowly
,
far
too
early
for
the
first
guests
;
they
were
to
dine
with
Mary
Carson
and
be
on
hand
to
receive
with
her
.
No
one
wanted
dirty
shoes
,
but
a
mile
through
Drogheda
dust
meant
a
pause
in
the
cookhouse
to
polish
shoes
,
brush
dust
from
trouser
bottoms
and
trailing
hems
.
Father
Ralph
was
in
his
soutane
as
usual
;
no
male
evening
fashion
could
have
suited
him
half
so
well
as
that
severely
cut
robe
with
its
slightly
flaring
lines
,
the
innumerable
little
black
cloth
buttons
up
its
front
from
hem
to
collar
,
the
purple-edged
monsignor
's
sash
.
Mary
Carson
has
chosen
to
wear
white
satin
,
white
lace
and
white
ostrich
feathers
.
Fee
stared
at
her
stupidly
,
shocked
out
of
her
habitual
indifference
.
It
was
so
incongruously
bridal
,
so
grossly
unsuitable
--
why
on
earth
had
she
tricked
herself
out
like
a
raddled
old
spinster
playacting
at
being
married
?
She
had
got
very
fat
of
late
,
which
did
n't
improve
matters
.
But
Paddy
seemed
to
see
nothing
amiss
;
he
strode
forward
to
take
his
sister
's
hands
,
beaming
.
What
a
dear
fellow
he
was
,
thought
Father
Ralph
as
he
watched
the
little
scene
,
half
amused
,
half
detached
.
"
Well
,
Mary
!
How
fine
you
look
!
Like
a
young
girl
!
"
In
truth
she
looked
almost
exactly
like
that
famous
photograph
of
Queen
Victoria
taken
not
long
before
she
died
.
The
two
heavy
lines
were
there
on
either
side
of
the
masterful
nose
,
the
mulish
mouth
was
set
indomitably
,
the
slightly
protruding
and
glacial
eyes
fixed
without
blinking
on
Meggie
.
Father
Ralph
's
own
beautiful
eyes
passed
from
niece
to
aunt
,
and
back
to
niece
again
.
Mary
Carson
smiled
at
Paddy
,
and
put
her
hand
on
his
arm
.
"
You
may
take
me
in
to
dinner
,
Padraic
.
Father
de
Bricassart
will
escort
Fiona
,
and
the
boys
must
make
do
with
Meghann
between
them
.
"
Over
her
shoulder
she
looked
back
at
Meggie
.
"
Do
you
dance
tonight
,
Meghann
?
"
