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"
Father
,
look
what
I
found
,
"
she
said
as
he
finished
and
straightened
.
She
held
out
her
hand
,
in
it
one
pale
,
pinkish-gray
rose
.
"
It
's
the
only
one
.
I
found
it
on
a
bush
under
the
tank
stands
,
at
the
back
.
I
suppose
it
did
n't
get
the
same
heat
in
the
fire
,
and
it
was
sheltered
from
the
rain
.
So
I
picked
it
for
you
.
It
's
something
to
remember
me
by
.
"
He
took
the
half-open
bloom
from
her
,
his
hand
not
quite
steady
,
and
stood
looking
down
at
it
.
"
Meggie
,
I
need
no
reminder
of
you
,
not
now
,
not
ever
.
I
carry
you
within
me
,
you
know
that
.
There
's
no
way
I
could
hide
it
from
you
,
is
there
?
"
"
But
sometimes
there
's
a
reality
about
a
keepsake
,
"
she
insisted
.
"
You
can
take
it
out
and
look
at
it
,
and
remember
when
you
see
it
all
the
things
you
might
forget
otherwise
.
Please
take
it
,
Father
.
"
"
My
name
is
Ralph
,
"
he
said
.
He
opened
his
little
sacrament
case
and
took
out
the
big
missal
which
was
his
own
property
,
bound
in
costly
mother-of-pearl
.
His
dead
father
had
given
it
to
him
at
his
ordination
,
thirteen
long
years
ago
.
The
pages
fell
open
at
a
great
thick
white
ribbon
;
he
turned
over
several
more
,
laid
the
rose
down
,
and
shut
the
book
upon
it
.
"
Do
you
want
a
keepsake
from
me
,
Meggie
,
is
that
it
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
I
wo
n't
give
you
one
.
I
want
you
to
forget
me
,
I
want
you
to
look
around
your
world
and
find
some
good
kind
man
,
marry
him
,
have
the
babies
you
want
so
much
.
You
're
a
born
mother
.
You
must
n't
cling
to
me
,
it
is
n't
right
.
I
can
never
leave
the
Church
,
and
I
'm
going
to
be
completely
honest
with
you
,
for
your
own
sake
.
I
do
n't
want
to
leave
the
Church
,
because
I
do
n't
love
you
the
way
a
husband
will
,
do
you
understand
?
Forget
me
,
Meggie
!
"
"
Wo
n't
you
kiss
me
goodbye
?
"
For
answer
he
pulled
himself
up
on
the
publican
's
bay
and
walked
it
to
the
door
before
putting
on
the
publican
's
old
felt
hat
.
His
blue
eyes
flashed
a
moment
,
then
the
horse
moved
out
into
the
rain
and
slithered
reluctantly
up
the
track
toward
Gilly
.
She
did
not
attempt
to
follow
him
,
but
stayed
in
the
gloom
of
the
damp
stable
,
breathing
in
the
smells
of
horse
dung
and
hay
;
it
reminded
her
of
the
barn
in
New
Zealand
,
and
of
Frank
.
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