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Paddy
was
waiting
for
him
in
the
hall
downstairs
,
looking
sick
and
bewildered
.
"
Oh
,
Father
!
"
he
said
,
coming
forward
.
"
Is
n't
this
awful
?
What
a
shock
!
I
never
expected
her
to
go
out
like
this
;
she
was
so
well
last
night
!
Dear
God
,
what
am
I
going
to
do
?
"
"
Have
you
seen
her
?
"
"
Heaven
help
me
,
yes
!
"
"
Then
you
know
what
has
to
be
done
.
I
've
never
seen
a
corpse
decompose
so
fast
.
If
you
do
n't
get
her
decently
into
some
sort
of
container
within
the
next
few
hours
you
'll
have
to
pour
her
into
a
petrol
drum
.
She
'll
have
to
be
buried
first
thing
in
the
morning
.
Do
n't
waste
time
beautifying
her
coffin
;
cover
it
with
roses
from
the
garden
or
something
.
But
get
a
move
on
,
man
!
I
'm
going
into
Gilly
for
vestments
.
"
"
Get
back
as
soon
as
you
can
,
Father
!
"
Paddy
pleaded
.
But
Father
Ralph
was
rather
longer
than
a
simple
visit
to
the
presbytery
demanded
.
Before
he
turned
his
car
in
that
direction
he
drove
down
one
of
Gillanbone
's
more
prosperous
side
streets
,
to
a
fairly
pretentious
dwelling
surrounded
by
a
well-laid-out
garden
.
Harry
Gough
was
just
sitting
down
to
his
dinner
,
but
came
into
the
parlor
when
the
maid
told
him
who
had
called
.
"
Father
,
will
you
eat
with
us
?
Corned
beef
and
cabbage
with
boiled
potatoes
and
parsley
sauce
,
and
for
once
the
beef
's
not
too
salty
.
"
"
No
,
Harry
,
I
ca
n't
stay
.
I
just
came
to
tell
you
Mary
Carson
died
this
morning
.
"
