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Father
Ralph
sat
down
and
Meggie
sat
some
way
from
him
,
turned
side
on
to
watch
him
.
"
What
's
the
matter
,
Father
?
"
It
sounded
peculiar
,
his
oft-asked
question
from
her
lips
,
to
him
.
He
smiled
.
"
I
've
sold
you
,
my
Meggie
,
sold
you
for
thirteen
million
pieces
of
silver
.
"
"
Sold
me
?
"
"
A
figure
of
speech
.
It
does
n't
matter
.
Come
,
sit
closer
to
me
.
There
may
not
be
the
chance
for
us
to
talk
together
again
.
"
"
While
we
're
in
mourning
for
Auntie
,
you
mean
?
"
She
wriggled
up
the
log
and
sat
next
to
him
.
"
What
difference
will
being
in
mourning
make
?
"
"
I
do
n't
mean
that
,
Meggie
.
"
"
You
mean
because
I
'm
growing
up
,
and
people
might
gossip
about
us
?
"
"
Not
exactly
.
I
mean
I
'm
going
away
.
"
There
it
was
:
the
meeting
of
trouble
head
on
,
the
acceptance
of
another
load
.
No
outcry
,
no
weeping
,
no
storm
of
protest
.
Just
a
tiny
shrinking
,
as
if
the
burden
sat
askew
,
would
not
distribute
itself
so
she
could
bear
it
properly
.
And
a
caught
breath
,
not
quite
like
a
sigh
.
