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"
What
?
"
"
Nothing
you
'd
understand
,
my
Meggie
.
The
dying
of
an
idea
which
had
no
right
to
be
born
,
let
alone
nurtured
.
"
"
There
is
nothing
which
has
no
right
to
be
born
,
even
an
idea
.
"
He
turned
his
head
to
watch
her
.
"
You
know
what
I
'm
talking
about
,
do
n't
you
?
"
"
I
think
so
.
"
"
Not
everything
born
is
good
,
Meggie
.
"
"
No
.
But
if
it
was
born
at
all
,
it
was
meant
to
be
.
"
"
You
argue
like
a
Jesuit
.
How
old
are
you
?
"
"
I
'll
be
seventeen
in
a
month
,
Father
.
"
"
And
you
've
toiled
all
seventeen
years
of
it
.
Well
,
hard
work
ages
us
ahead
of
our
years
.
What
do
you
think
about
,
Meggie
,
when
you
've
the
time
to
think
?
"
