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Paddy
looked
at
the
top
of
the
page
to
see
the
date
:
December
6
,
1925
.
"
It
happened
over
three
years
ago
,
"
he
said
helplessly
.
No
one
answered
him
or
moved
,
for
no
one
knew
what
to
do
;
from
the
front
of
the
house
came
the
gleeful
laughter
of
the
twins
,
their
high
voices
raised
in
chatter
.
"
'
Just
--
do
n't
--
tell
my
mother
,
'
"
said
Fee
numbly
.
"
And
no
one
did
!
Oh
,
God
!
My
poor
,
poor
Frank
!
"
Paddy
wiped
the
tears
from
his
face
with
the
back
of
his
free
hand
,
then
squatted
down
in
front
of
her
,
patting
her
lap
gently
.
"
Fee
dear
,
pack
your
things
.
We
'll
go
to
him
.
"
She
half-rose
before
sinking
back
,
her
eyes
in
her
small
white
face
starred
and
glistening
as
if
dead
,
pupils
huge
and
gold-filmed
.
"
I
ca
n't
go
,
"
she
said
without
a
hint
of
agony
,
yet
making
everyone
feel
that
the
agony
was
there
.
"
It
would
kill
him
to
see
me
.
Oh
,
Paddy
,
it
would
kill
him
!
I
know
him
so
well
--
his
pride
,
his
ambition
,
his
determination
to
be
someone
important
.
Let
him
bear
the
shame
alone
,
it
's
what
he
wants
.
You
read
it
.
'
Just
do
n't
tell
my
mother
.
'
We
've
got
to
help
him
keep
his
secret
.
What
good
will
it
do
him
or
us
to
see
him
?
"
Paddy
was
still
weeping
,
but
not
for
Frank
;
for
the
life
which
had
gone
from
Fee
's
face
,
for
the
dying
in
her
eyes
.
A
Jonah
,
that
's
what
the
lad
had
always
been
;
the
bitter
bringer
of
blight
,
forever
standing
between
Fee
and
himself
,
the
cause
of
her
withdrawal
from
his
heart
and
the
hearts
of
his
children
.
Every
time
it
looked
as
if
there
might
be
happiness
in
store
for
Fee
,
Frank
took
it
away
.
But
Paddy
's
love
for
her
was
as
deep
and
impossible
to
eradicate
as
hers
was
for
Frank
;
he
could
never
use
the
lad
as
his
whipping
boy
again
,
not
after
that
night
in
the
presbytery
.
So
he
said
,
"
Well
,
Fee
,
if
you
think
it
's
better
not
to
attempt
to
get
in
touch
with
him
,
we
wo
n't
.
Yet
I
'd
like
to
know
he
was
all
right
,
that
whatever
can
be
done
for
him
is
being
done
.
How
about
if
I
write
to
Father
de
Bricassart
and
ask
him
to
look
out
for
Frank
?
"
