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"
I
thank
my
stars
for
Mary
,
"
said
Paddy
gently
.
"
If
it
was
n't
for
her
I
'd
still
be
trying
to
scrape
a
living
in
New
Zealand
"
As
they
came
out
of
the
drawing
room
Paddy
stopped
Father
Ralph
and
held
out
his
hand
,
in
full
view
of
the
fascinated
mourners
clustering
in
the
dining
room
doorway
.
"
Father
,
please
do
n't
think
there
are
any
hard
feelings
on
our
side
.
Mary
was
never
swayed
by
another
human
being
in
all
her
life
,
priest
or
brother
or
husband
.
You
take
it
from
me
,
she
did
what
she
wanted
to
do
.
You
were
mighty
good
to
her
,
and
you
've
been
mighty
good
to
us
.
We
'll
never
forget
it
.
"
The
guilt
.
The
burden
.
Almost
Father
Ralph
did
not
move
to
take
that
gnarled
stained
hand
,
but
the
cardinal
's
brain
won
;
he
gripped
it
feverishly
and
smiled
,
agonized
.
"
Thank
you
,
Paddy
.
You
may
rest
assured
I
'll
see
you
never
want
for
a
thing
.
"
Within
the
week
he
was
gone
,
not
having
appeared
on
Drogheda
again
.
He
spent
the
few
days
packing
his
scant
belongings
,
and
touring
every
station
in
the
district
where
there
were
Catholic
families
;
save
Drogheda
.
Father
Watkin
Thomas
,
late
of
Wales
,
arrived
to
assume
the
duties
of
parish
priest
to
the
Gillanbone
district
,
while
Father
Ralph
de
Bricassart
became
private
secretary
to
Archbishop
Cluny
Dark
.
But
his
work
load
was
light
;
he
had
two
undersecretaries
.
For
the
most
part
he
was
occupied
in
discovering
just
what
and
how
much
Mary
Carson
had
owned
,
and
in
gathering
the
reins
of
government
together
on
behalf
of
the
Church
.
The
new
year
came
in
with
Angus
MacQueen
's
annual
Hogmanay
party
on
Rudna
Hunish
,
and
still
the
move
to
the
big
house
had
not
been
accomplished
.
It
was
n't
something
done
overnight
,
between
packing
over
seven
years
'
accumulation
of
everyday
artifacts
,
and
Fee
's
declaration
that
the
big
house
drawing
room
at
least
be
finished
first
.
No
one
was
in
the
slightest
hurry
,
though
everyone
was
looking
forward
to
it
.
In
some
respects
the
big
house
would
prove
no
different
:
it
lacked
electricity
and
the
flies
populated
it
just
as
thickly
.
But
in
summer
it
was
about
twenty
degrees
cooler
than
outside
,
from
the
thickness
of
its
stone
walls
and
the
ghost
gums
shading
its
roof
.
Also
,
the
bathhouse
was
a
true
luxury
,
having
hot
water
all
winter
from
pipes
which
ran
up
the
back
of
the
vast
fuel
stove
in
the
cookhouse
next
door
,
and
every
drop
in
its
pipes
was
rain
water
.
Though
baths
and
showers
had
to
be
taken
in
this
large
structure
with
its
ten
separate
cubicles
,
the
big
house
and
all
the
smaller
houses
were
liberally
endowed
with
indoor
water-closet
toilets
,
an
unheard-of
degree
of
opulence
envious
Gilly
residents
had
been
caught
calling
sybaritism
.
Aside
from
the
Hotel
Imperial
,
two
pubs
,
the
Catholic
presbytery
and
the
convent
,
the
Gillanbone
district
survived
on
out-houses
.
Except
Drogheda
homestead
,
thanks
to
its
enormous
number
of
tanks
and
roofs
to
catch
rain
water
.
The
rules
were
strict
:
no
undue
flushing
,
and
plenty
of
sheep-dip
disinfectant
.
But
after
holes
in
the
ground
,
it
was
heaven
.
Father
Ralph
had
sent
Paddy
a
check
for
five
thousand
pounds
at
the
beginning
of
the
preceding
December
,
to
be
going
on
with
,
his
letter
said
;
Paddy
handed
it
to
Fee
with
a
dazed
exclamation
.
"
I
doubt
I
've
managed
to
earn
this
much
in
all
my
working
days
,
"
he
said
.
