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"
Then
why
did
n't
you
destroy
it
,
make
sure
poor
old
Paddy
got
what
's
rightfully
his
?
The
Church
has
no
right
to
Mary
Carson
's
possessions
at
all
.
"
The
priest
's
fine
eyes
were
bland
.
"
Ah
,
but
that
would
n't
have
been
fitting
,
Harry
,
would
it
now
?
It
was
Mary
's
property
,
to
dispose
of
in
any
manner
she
wished
.
"
"
I
shall
advise
Paddy
to
contest
.
"
"
I
think
you
should
.
"
And
on
that
note
they
parted
.
By
the
time
everyone
arrived
in
the
morning
to
see
Mary
Carson
buried
,
the
whole
of
Gillanbone
and
all
points
of
the
compass
around
it
would
know
where
the
money
was
going
.
The
die
was
cast
,
there
could
be
no
turning
back
.
*
*
*
It
was
four
in
the
morning
when
Father
Ralph
got
through
the
last
gate
and
into
the
Home
Paddock
,
for
he
had
n't
hurried
on
the
return
drive
.
All
through
it
he
had
willed
his
mind
to
blankness
;
he
would
n't
let
himself
think
.
Not
of
Paddy
or
of
Fee
,
or
Meggie
or
that
stinking
gross
thing
they
had
(
he
devoutly
hoped
)
poured
into
her
coffin
.
Instead
he
opened
his
eyes
and
his
mind
to
the
night
,
to
the
ghostly
silver
of
dead
trees
standing
lonely
in
the
gleaming
grass
,
to
the
heart-of-darkness
shadows
cast
by
stands
of
timber
,
to
the
full
moon
riding
the
heavens
like
an
airy
bubble
.
Once
he
stopped
the
car
and
got
out
,
walked
to
a
wire
fence
and
leaned
on
its
tautness
while
he
breathed
in
the
gums
and
the
bewitching
aroma
of
wildflowers
.
The
land
was
so
beautiful
,
so
pure
,
so
indifferent
to
the
fates
of
the
creatures
who
presumed
to
rule
it
.
They
might
put
their
hands
to
it
,
but
in
the
long
run
it
ruled
them
.
Until
they
could
direct
the
weather
and
summon
up
the
rain
,
it
had
the
upper
hand
.
He
parked
his
car
some
distance
behind
the
house
and
walked
slowly
toward
it
.
Every
window
was
full
of
light
;
faintly
from
the
housekeeper
's
quarters
he
could
hear
the
sound
of
Mrs.
Smith
leading
the
two
Irish
maids
in
a
rosary
.
A
shadow
moved
under
the
blackness
of
the
wistaria
vine
;
he
stopped
short
,
his
hackles
rising
.
She
had
got
to
him
in
more
ways
than
one
,
the
old
spider
.
But
it
was
only
Meggie
,
patiently
waiting
for
him
to
come
back
.
She
was
in
jodhpurs
and
boots
,
very
much
alive
.
"
You
gave
me
a
fright
,
"
he
said
abruptly
.
"
I
'm
sorry
,
Father
,
I
did
n't
mean
to
.
