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"
Now
go
to
the
chapel
with
Father
John
and
pray
.
You
will
remain
in
the
chapel
until
it
is
time
to
join
the
train
.
For
your
comfort
and
consolation
,
Father
John
will
travel
with
you
to
Darwin
.
You
are
dismissed
.
"
They
were
wise
and
aware
,
the
priests
in
administration
;
they
would
permit
the
sinner
no
opportunity
to
have
further
contact
with
the
young
girl
he
had
taken
as
his
mistress
.
It
had
become
the
scandal
of
his
present
parish
,
and
very
embarrassing
.
As
for
the
girl
--
let
her
wait
,
and
watch
,
and
wonder
.
From
now
until
he
arrived
in
Darwin
he
would
be
watched
by
the
excellent
Father
John
,
who
had
his
orders
,
then
after
that
every
letter
he
sent
from
Darwin
would
be
opened
,
and
he
would
not
be
allowed
to
make
any
longdistance
phone
calls
.
She
would
never
know
where
he
had
gone
,
and
he
would
never
be
able
to
tell
her
.
Nor
would
he
be
given
any
chance
to
take
up
with
another
girl
.
Darwin
was
a
frontier
town
;
women
were
almost
nonexistent
.
His
vows
were
absolute
,
he
could
never
be
released
from
them
;
if
he
was
too
weak
to
police
himself
,
the
Church
must
do
it
for
him
.
After
he
had
watched
the
young
priest
and
his
appointed
watchdog
go
from
the
room
,
Father
Ralph
got
up
from
his
desk
and
walked
through
to
an
inner
chamber
.
Archbishop
Cluny
Dark
was
sitting
in
his
customary
chair
,
and
at
right
angles
to
him
another
man
in
purple
sash
and
skullcap
sat
quietly
.
The
Archbishop
was
a
big
man
,
with
a
shock
of
beautiful
white
hair
and
intensely
blue
eyes
;
he
was
a
vital
sort
of
fellow
,
with
a
keen
sense
of
humor
and
a
great
love
of
the
table
.
His
visitor
was
quite
the
antithesis
;
small
and
thin
,
a
few
sparse
strands
of
black
hair
around
his
skullcap
and
beneath
them
an
angular
,
ascetic
face
,
a
sallow
skin
with
a
heavy
beard
shadow
,
and
large
dark
eyes
.
In
age
he
might
have
been
anywhere
between
thirty
and
fifty
,
but
in
actual
fact
he
was
thirty-nine
,
three
years
older
than
Father
Ralph
de
Bricassart
.
"
Sit
down
,
Father
,
have
a
cup
of
tea
,
"
said
the
Archbishop
heartily
.
"
I
was
beginning
to
think
we
'd
have
to
send
for
a
fresh
pot
.
Did
you
dismiss
the
young
man
with
a
suitable
admonition
to
mend
his
conduct
?
"
"
Yes
,
Your
Grace
,
"
said
Father
Ralph
briefly
,
and
seated
himself
in
the
third
chair
around
the
tea
table
,
loaded
with
wafer-thin
cucumber
sandwiches
,
pink
and
white
iced
fairy
cakes
,
hot
buttered
scones
with
crystal
dishes
of
jam
and
whipped
cream
,
a
silver
tea
service
and
Aynsley
china
cups
washed
with
a
delicate
coating
of
gold
leaf
.
"
Such
incidents
are
regrettable
,
my
dear
Archbishop
,
but
even
we
who
are
ordained
the
priests
of
Our
Dear
Lord
are
weak
,
all-too-human
creatures
.
I
find
it
in
my
heart
to
pity
him
deeply
,
and
I
shall
pray
tonight
that
he
finds
more
strength
in
the
future
,
"
the
visitor
said
.
His
accent
was
distinctly
foreign
,
his
voice
soft
,
with
a
hint
of
sibilance
in
its
s
's
.
By
nationality
he
was
Italian
,
by
title
he
was
His
Grace
the
Archbishop
Papal
Legate
to
the
Australian
Catholic
Church
,
and
by
name
he
was
Vittorio
Scarbanza
di
Contini-Verchese
.
His
was
the
delicate
role
of
providing
a
link
between
the
Australian
hierarchy
and
the
Vatican
nerve
center
;
which
meant
he
was
the
most
important
priest
in
this
section
of
the
world
.
Before
being
given
this
appointment
he
had
of
course
hoped
for
the
United
States
of
America
,
but
on
thinking
about
it
he
decided
Australia
would
do
very
nicely
.
If
in
population
though
not
in
area
it
was
a
much
smaller
country
,
it
was
also
far
more
Catholic
.
Unlike
the
rest
of
the
English-speaking
world
,
it
was
no
social
comedown
in
Australia
to
be
Catholic
,
no
handicap
to
an
aspiring
politician
or
businessman
or
judge
.
And
it
was
a
rich
country
,
it
supported
the
Church
well
.
No
need
to
fear
he
would
be
forgotten
by
Rome
while
he
was
in
Australia
.
The
Archbishop
Papal
Legate
was
also
a
very
subtle
man
,
and
his
eyes
over
the
gold
rim
of
his
teacup
were
fixed
not
on
Archbishop
Cluny
Dark
but
on
Father
Ralph
de
Bricassart
,
soon
to
become
his
own
secretary
.
That
Archbishop
Dark
liked
the
priest
enormously
was
a
well-known
fact
,
but
the
Archbishop
Papal
Legate
was
wondering
how
well
he
was
going
to
like
such
a
man
.
