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"
These
people
,
you
have
a
great
fondness
for
them
.
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
And
do
you
love
all
of
them
equally
,
or
do
you
love
some
of
them
more
than
others
?
"
But
Father
Ralph
was
at
least
as
wily
as
his
master
,
and
he
had
been
with
him
now
long
enough
to
know
how
his
mind
worked
.
So
he
parried
the
smooth
question
with
deceptive
honesty
,
a
trick
he
had
discovered
lulled
His
Grace
's
suspicions
at
once
.
It
never
occurred
to
that
subtle
,
devious
mind
that
an
outward
display
of
frankness
might
be
more
mendacious
than
any
evasion
.
"
I
do
love
all
of
them
,
but
as
you
say
,
some
more
than
others
.
It
's
the
girl
Meggie
I
love
the
most
.
I
've
always
felt
her
my
special
responsibility
,
because
the
family
is
so
son-oriented
they
forget
she
exists
.
"
"
How
old
is
this
Meggie
?
"
"
I
'm
not
sure
exactly
.
Oh
,
somewhere
around
twenty
,
I
imagine
.
But
I
made
her
mother
promise
to
lift
her
head
out
of
her
ledgers
long
enough
to
make
sure
the
girl
got
to
a
few
dances
,
met
a
few
young
men
.
She
's
going
to
waste
her
life
away
stuck
on
Drogheda
,
which
is
a
shame
.
"
He
spoke
nothing
but
the
truth
;
the
Archbishop
's
ineffably
sensitive
nose
sniffed
it
out
at
once
.
Though
he
was
only
three
years
his
secretary
's
senior
,
his
career
within
the
Church
had
n't
suffered
the
checks
Ralph
's
had
,
and
in
many
ways
he
felt
immeasurably
older
than
Ralph
would
ever
be
;
the
Vatican
sapped
one
of
some
vital
essence
if
one
was
exposed
to
it
very
early
,
and
Ralph
possessed
that
vital
essence
in
abundance
.
Relaxing
his
vigilance
somewhat
,
he
continued
to
watch
his
secretary
and
resumed
his
interesting
game
of
working
out
precisely
what
made
Father
Ralph
de
Bricassart
tick
.
At
first
he
had
been
sure
there
would
be
a
fleshly
weakness
,
if
not
in
one
direction
,
in
another
.
Those
stunning
good
looks
and
the
accompanying
body
must
have
made
him
the
target
of
many
desires
,
too
much
so
to
preserve
innocence
or
unawareness
.
And
as
time
went
on
he
had
found
himself
half
right
;
the
awareness
was
undoubtedly
there
,
but
with
it
he
began
to
be
convinced
was
a
genuine
innocence
.
So
whatever
Father
Ralph
burned
for
,
it
was
not
the
flesh
.
He
had
thrown
the
priest
together
with
skilled
and
quite
irresistible
homosexuals
if
one
was
a
homosexual
;
no
result
.
He
had
watched
him
with
the
most
beautiful
women
in
the
land
;
no
result
.
Not
a
flicker
of
interest
or
desire
,
even
when
he
was
not
in
the
slightest
aware
he
was
under
observation
.
For
the
Archbishop
did
not
always
do
his
own
watching
,
and
when
he
employed
minions
it
was
not
through
secretarial
channels
.
