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Yes
,
he
thought
,
she
's
Fee
's
daughter
,
all
right
.
After
a
while
she
said
tautly
,
"
But
he
could
stop
being
a
priest
.
It
's
just
that
I
have
n't
had
a
chance
to
talk
to
him
about
it
.
"
The
shock
on
Paddy
's
face
was
too
genuine
not
to
believe
it
,
so
Meggie
found
it
more
convincing
than
his
words
,
vehement
though
they
were
.
"
Meggie
!
Oh
,
good
God
,
that
's
the
worst
of
this
bush
existence
!
You
ought
to
be
in
school
,
my
girl
,
and
if
Auntie
Mary
had
died
sooner
I
would
have
packed
you
off
to
Sydney
in
time
to
get
at
least
a
couple
of
years
under
your
belt
.
But
you
're
too
old
,
are
n't
you
?
I
would
n't
have
them
laugh
at
you
at
your
age
,
poor
wee
Meggie
.
"
He
continued
more
gently
,
spacing
his
words
to
give
them
a
sharp
,
lucid
cruelty
,
though
it
was
not
his
intention
to
be
cruel
,
only
to
dispel
illusions
once
and
for
all
.
"
Father
de
Bricassart
is
a
priest
,
Meggie
.
He
can
never
,
never
stop
being
a
priest
,
understand
that
.
The
vows
he
took
are
sacred
,
too
solemn
to
break
.
Once
a
man
is
a
priest
there
can
be
no
turning
away
,
and
his
supervisors
in
the
seminary
make
absolutely
sure
that
he
knows
what
he
's
swearing
before
he
does
.
A
man
who
takes
those
vows
knows
beyond
any
doubt
that
once
taken
they
ca
n't
be
broken
,
ever
.
Father
de
Bricassart
took
them
,
and
he
'll
never
break
them
.
"
He
sighed
.
"
Now
you
know
,
Meggie
,
do
n't
you
?
From
this
moment
you
have
no
excuse
to
daydream
about
Father
de
Bricassart
.
"
They
had
come
in
from
the
front
of
the
homestead
,
so
the
stables
were
closer
than
the
stockyards
;
without
a
word
,
Meggie
turned
the
chestnut
mare
toward
the
stables
,
and
left
her
father
to
continue
alone
.
For
a
while
he
kept
turning
around
to
look
after
her
,
but
when
she
had
disappeared
inside
the
fence
around
the
stables
he
dug
his
roan
in
the
ribs
and
finished
his
ride
at
a
canter
,
hating
himself
and
the
necessity
of
saying
what
he
had
.
Damn
the
man-woman
thing
!
It
seemed
to
have
a
set
of
rules
at
variance
with
all
others
.
*
*
*
Father
Ralph
de
Bricassart
's
voice
was
very
cold
,
yet
it
was
warmer
than
his
eyes
,
which
never
veered
from
the
young
priest
's
pallid
face
as
he
spoke
his
stiff
,
measured
words
.
"
You
have
not
conducted
yourself
as
Our
Lord
Jesus
Christ
demands
His
priests
conduct
themselves
.
I
think
you
know
it
better
than
we
who
censure
you
could
ever
know
it
,
but
I
must
still
censure
you
on
behalf
of
your
Archbishop
,
who
stands
to
you
not
only
as
a
fellow
priest
but
as
your
superior
.
You
owe
him
perfect
obedience
,
and
it
is
not
your
place
to
argue
with
his
sentiments
or
his
decisions
.
"
Do
you
really
understand
the
disgrace
you
've
brought
on
yourself
,
on
your
parish
,
and
especially
on
the
Church
you
purport
to
love
more
than
any
human
being
?
Your
vow
of
chastity
was
as
solemn
and
binding
as
your
other
vows
,
and
to
break
it
is
to
sin
grievously
.
You
will
never
see
the
woman
again
,
of
course
,
but
it
behooves
us
to
assist
you
in
your
struggles
to
overcome
temptation
.
Therefore
we
have
arranged
that
you
leave
immediately
for
duty
in
the
parish
of
Darwin
,
in
the
Northern
Territory
.
You
will
proceed
to
Brisbane
tonight
on
the
express
train
,
and
from
there
you
will
proceed
,
again
by
train
,
to
Longreach
.
In
Longreach
you
will
board
a
Qantas
plane
for
Darwin
.
Your
belongings
are
being
packed
at
this
moment
and
will
be
on
the
express
before
it
departs
,
so
there
is
no
need
for
you
to
return
to
your
present
parish
.
