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"
I
could
never
forget
you
,
Meggie
,
not
as
long
as
I
live
.
And
for
my
punishment
I
'm
going
to
live
a
long
,
long
time
.
"
He
got
up
and
pulled
her
to
her
feet
,
put
his
arms
about
her
loosely
and
affectionately
.
"
I
think
this
is
goodbye
,
Meggie
.
We
ca
n't
be
alone
again
.
"
"
If
you
had
n't
been
a
priest
,
Father
,
would
you
have
married
me
?
"
The
title
jarred
.
"
Do
n't
call
me
that
all
the
time
!
My
name
is
Ralph
.
"
Which
did
n't
answer
her
question
.
Though
he
held
her
,
he
did
not
have
any
intention
of
kissing
her
.
The
face
raised
to
his
was
nearly
invisible
,
for
the
moon
had
set
and
it
was
very
dark
.
He
could
feel
her
small
,
pointed
breasts
low
down
on
his
chest
;
a
curious
sensation
,
disturbing
.
Even
more
so
was
the
fact
that
as
naturally
as
if
she
came
into
a
man
's
arms
every
day
of
her
life
,
her
arms
had
gone
up
around
his
neck
,
and
linked
tightly
.
He
had
never
kissed
anyone
as
a
lover
,
did
not
want
to
now
;
nor
,
he
thought
,
did
Meggie
.
A
warm
salute
on
the
cheek
,
a
quick
hug
,
as
she
would
demand
of
her
father
were
he
to
go
away
.
She
was
sensitive
and
proud
;
he
must
have
hurt
her
deeply
when
he
held
up
her
precious
dreams
to
dispassionate
inspection
.
Undoubtedly
she
was
as
eager
to
be
done
with
the
farewell
as
he
was
.
Would
it
comfort
her
to
know
his
pain
was
far
worse
than
hers
?
As
he
bent
his
head
to
come
at
her
cheek
she
raised
herself
on
tiptoe
,
and
more
by
luck
than
good
management
touched
his
lips
with
her
own
.
He
jerked
back
as
if
he
tasted
the
spider
's
poison
,
then
he
tipped
his
head
forward
before
he
could
lose
her
,
tried
to
say
something
against
the
sweet
shut
mouth
,
and
in
trying
to
answer
she
parted
it
.
Her
body
seemed
to
lose
all
its
bones
,
become
fluid
,
a
warm
melting
darkness
;
one
of
his
arms
was
clamped
round
her
waist
,
the
other
across
her
back
with
its
hand
on
her
skull
,
in
her
hair
,
holding
her
face
up
to
his
as
if
frightened
she
would
go
from
him
in
that
very
moment
,
before
he
could
grasp
and
catalogue
this
unbelievable
presence
who
was
Meggie
.
Meggie
,
and
not
Meggie
,
too
alien
to
be
familiar
,
for
his
Meggie
was
n't
a
woman
,
did
n't
feel
like
a
woman
,
could
never
be
a
woman
to
him
.
Just
as
he
could
n't
be
a
man
to
her
.
The
thought
overcame
his
drowning
senses
;
he
wrenched
her
arms
from
about
his
neck
,
thrust
her
away
and
tried
to
see
her
face
in
the
darkness
.
But
her
head
was
down
,
she
would
n't
look
at
him
.
"
It
's
time
we
were
going
,
Meggie
,
"
he
said
.
Without
a
word
she
turned
to
her
horse
,
mounted
and
waited
for
him
;
usually
it
was
he
who
waited
for
her
.
