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As
the
evening
wore
on
the
dancing
grew
more
and
more
uninhibited
,
the
liquor
changed
from
champagne
and
whiskey
to
rum
and
beer
,
and
proceedings
settled
down
to
something
more
like
a
woolshed
ball
.
By
two
in
the
morning
only
a
total
absence
of
station
hands
and
working
girls
could
distinguish
it
from
the
usual
entertainments
of
the
Gilly
district
,
which
were
strictly
democratic
.
Paddy
and
Fee
were
still
in
attendance
,
but
promptly
at
midnight
Bob
and
Jack
left
with
Meggie
.
Neither
Fee
nor
Paddy
noticed
;
they
were
enjoying
themselves
.
If
their
children
could
n't
dance
,
they
could
,
and
did
;
with
each
other
mostly
,
seeming
to
the
watching
Father
Ralph
suddenly
much
more
attuned
to
each
other
,
perhaps
because
the
times
they
had
an
opportunity
to
relax
and
enjoy
each
other
were
rare
.
He
never
remembered
seeing
them
without
at
least
one
child
somewhere
around
,
and
thought
it
must
be
hard
on
the
parents
of
large
families
,
never
able
to
snatch
moments
alone
save
in
the
bedroom
,
where
they
might
excusably
have
other
things
than
conversation
on
their
minds
.
Paddy
was
always
cheerful
and
jolly
,
but
Fee
tonight
almost
literally
shone
,
and
when
Paddy
went
to
beg
a
duty
dance
of
some
squatter
's
wife
,
she
did
n't
lack
eager
partners
;
there
were
many
much
younger
women
wilting
on
chairs
around
the
room
who
were
not
so
sought
after
.
However
,
Father
Ralph
's
moments
to
observe
the
Cleary
parents
were
limited
.
Feeling
ten
years
younger
once
he
saw
Meggie
leave
the
room
,
he
became
a
great
deal
more
animated
and
flabbergasted
the
Misses
Hopeton
,
Mackail
,
Gordon
and
O'Mara
by
dancing
--
and
extremely
well
--
the
Black
Bottom
with
Miss
Carmichael
.
But
after
that
he
gave
every
unattached
girl
in
the
room
her
turn
,
even
poor
homely
Miss
Pugh
,
and
since
by
this
time
everyone
was
thoroughly
relaxed
and
oozing
goodwill
,
no
one
condemned
the
priest
one
bit
.
In
fact
,
his
zeal
and
kindness
were
much
admired
and
commented
upon
.
No
one
could
say
their
daughter
had
not
had
an
opportunity
to
dance
with
Father
de
Bricassart
.
Of
course
,
had
it
not
been
a
private
party
he
could
not
have
made
a
move
toward
the
dance
floor
,
but
it
was
so
nice
to
see
such
a
fine
man
really
enjoy
himself
for
once
.
At
three
o'clock
Mary
Carson
rose
to
her
feet
and
yawned
.
"
No
,
do
n't
stop
the
festivities
!
If
I
'm
tired
--
which
I
am
--
I
can
go
to
bed
,
which
is
what
I
'm
going
to
do
.
But
there
's
plenty
of
food
and
drink
,
the
band
has
been
engaged
to
play
as
long
as
someone
wants
to
dance
,
and
a
little
noise
will
only
speed
me
into
my
dreams
.
Father
,
would
you
help
me
up
the
stairs
,
please
?
"
Once
outside
the
reception
room
she
did
not
turn
to
the
majestic
staircase
,
but
guided
the
priest
to
her
drawing
room
,
leaning
heavily
on
his
arm
.
Its
door
had
been
locked
;
she
waited
while
he
used
the
key
she
handed
him
,
then
preceded
him
inside
.
"
It
was
a
good
party
,
Mary
,
"
he
said
.
"
My
last
.
"
"
Do
n't
say
that
,
my
dear
.
"
