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Laughing
blue
eyes
looked
at
Meggie
in
undisguised
admiration
as
she
drew
alongside
.
"
Well
,
you
're
certainly
not
the
Missus
,
so
you
've
got
to
be
the
daughter
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
'm
Luke
O'Neill
.
"
Meggie
muttered
something
but
would
n't
look
at
him
again
,
so
confused
and
angry
she
could
n't
think
of
any
appropriately
light
conversation
.
Oh
,
it
was
n't
fair
!
How
dare
someone
else
have
eyes
and
face
like
Father
Ralph
!
Not
the
way
he
looked
at
her
:
the
mirth
was
something
of
his
own
and
he
had
no
love
burning
for
her
there
;
from
the
first
moment
of
seeing
Father
Ralph
kneeling
in
the
dust
of
the
Gilly
station
yard
Meggie
had
seen
love
in
his
eyes
.
To
look
into
his
eyes
and
not
see
him
!
It
was
a
cruel
joke
,
a
punishment
.
Unaware
of
the
thoughts
his
companion
harbored
,
Luke
O'Neill
kept
his
wicked
bay
beside
Meggie
's
demure
mare
as
they
splashed
through
the
creek
,
still
running
strong
from
so
much
rain
.
She
was
a
beauty
,
all
right
!
That
hair
!
What
was
simply
carrots
on
the
male
Clearys
was
something
else
again
on
this
little
sprig
.
If
only
she
would
look
up
,
give
him
a
better
chance
to
see
that
face
!
Just
then
she
did
,
with
such
a
look
on
it
that
his
brows
came
together
,
puzzled
;
not
as
if
she
hated
him
,
exactly
,
but
as
if
she
was
trying
to
see
something
and
could
n't
,
or
had
seen
something
and
wished
she
had
n't
.
Or
whatever
.
It
seemed
to
upset
her
,
anyway
.
Luke
was
not
used
to
being
weighed
in
a
feminine
balance
and
found
wanting
.
Caught
naturally
in
a
delicious
trap
of
sunset-gold
hair
and
soft
eyes
,
his
interest
only
fed
on
her
displeasure
and
disappointment
.
Still
she
was
watching
him
,
pink
mouth
fallen
slightly
open
,
a
silky
dew
of
sweat
on
her
upper
lip
and
forehead
because
it
was
so
hot
,
her
reddish-gold
brows
arched
in
seeking
wonderment
.
He
grinned
to
reveal
Father
Ralph
's
big
white
teeth
;
yet
it
was
not
Father
Ralph
's
smile
.
"
Do
you
know
you
look
exactly
like
a
baby
,
all
oh
!
and
ah
!?
"
She
looked
away
.
"
I
'm
sorry
,
I
did
n't
mean
to
stare
.
You
reminded
me
of
someone
,
that
's
all
.
"
"
Stare
all
you
like
.
It
's
better
than
looking
at
the
top
of
your
head
,
pretty
though
that
might
be
.
Who
do
I
remind
you
of
?
"
"
No
one
important
.
It
's
just
strange
,
seeing
someone
familiar
and
yet
terribly
unfamiliar
.
"
"
What
's
your
name
,
little
Miss
Cleary
?
"
