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"
Holy
Jesus
!
I
was
there
last
night
!
She
seemed
so
well
,
Father
!
"
"
I
know
.
She
was
perfectly
well
when
I
took
her
up
the
stairs
about
three
,
but
she
must
have
died
almost
the
moment
she
retired
.
Mrs.
Smith
found
her
at
six
this
evening
.
By
then
she
'd
been
dead
so
long
she
was
hideous
;
the
room
was
shut
up
like
an
incubator
all
through
the
heat
of
the
day
.
Dear
Lord
,
I
pray
to
forget
the
sight
of
her
!
Unspeakable
,
Harry
,
awful
.
"
"
She
'll
be
buried
tomorrow
?
"
"
She
'll
have
to
be
.
"
"
What
time
is
it
?
Ten
?
We
must
eat
dinner
as
late
as
the
Spaniards
in
this
heat
,
but
no
need
to
worry
,
it
's
too
late
to
start
phoning
people
.
Would
you
like
me
to
do
that
for
you
,
Father
?
"
"
Thank
you
,
it
would
be
a
great
kindness
.
I
only
came
into
Gilly
for
vestments
.
I
never
expected
to
be
saying
a
Requiem
when
I
started
out
.
I
must
get
back
to
Drogheda
as
quickly
as
I
can
;
they
need
me
.
The
Mass
will
be
at
nine
in
the
morning
.
"
"
Tell
Paddy
I
'll
bring
her
will
with
me
,
so
I
can
deal
with
it
straight
after
the
funeral
.
You
're
a
beneficiary
,
too
,
Father
,
so
I
'd
appreciate
your
staying
for
the
reading
.
"
"
I
'm
afraid
we
have
a
slight
problem
,
Harry
.
Mary
made
another
will
,
you
see
.
Last
night
after
she
left
the
party
she
gave
me
a
sealed
envelope
,
and
made
me
promise
I
'd
open
it
the
moment
I
saw
her
dead
body
for
myself
.
When
I
did
so
I
found
it
contained
a
fresh
will
.
"
"
Mary
made
a
new
will
?
Without
me
?
"
