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"
Then
what
more
do
we
want
,
Jack
?
"
Bob
asked
his
brother
.
"
Do
n't
you
agree
?
"
"
It
suits
me
,
"
said
Jack
.
Father
Ralph
moved
restlessly
.
He
had
not
stopped
to
shed
his
Requiem
vestments
,
nor
had
he
taken
a
chair
;
like
a
dark
and
beautiful
sorcerer
he
stood
half
in
the
shadows
at
the
back
of
the
room
,
isolated
,
his
hands
hidden
beneath
the
black
chasuble
,
his
face
still
,
and
at
the
back
of
the
distant
blue
eyes
a
horrified
,
stunned
resentment
.
There
was
not
even
going
to
be
the
longed-for
chastisement
of
rage
or
contempt
;
Paddy
was
going
to
hand
it
all
to
him
on
a
golden
plate
of
goodwill
,
and
thank
him
for
relieving
the
Clearys
of
a
burden
.
"
What
about
Fee
and
Meggie
?
"
the
priest
asked
Paddy
harshly
.
"
Do
you
not
think
enough
of
your
women
to
consult
them
,
too
?
"
"
Fee
?
"
asked
Paddy
anxiously
.
"
Whatever
you
decide
,
Paddy
.
I
do
n't
care
.
"
"
Meggie
?
"
"
I
do
n't
want
her
thirteen
million
pieces
of
silver
,
"
Meggie
said
,
her
eyes
fixed
on
Father
Ralph
.
Paddy
turned
to
the
lawyer
.
"
Then
that
's
it
,
Harry
.
We
do
n't
want
to
contest
the
will
.
Let
the
Church
have
Mary
's
money
,
and
welcome
.
"
Harry
struck
his
hands
together
.
"
God
damn
it
,
I
hate
to
see
you
cheated
!
"
