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"
Meggie
.
"
"
Meggie
...
It
has
n't
got
enough
dignity
,
it
does
n't
suit
you
a
bit
.
I
'd
rather
you
were
called
something
like
Belinda
or
Madeline
,
but
if
Meggie
's
the
best
you
've
got
to
offer
,
I
'll
go
for
it
.
What
's
the
Meggie
stand
for
--
Margaret
?
"
"
No
,
Meghann
.
"
"
Ah
,
now
that
's
more
like
!
I
'll
call
you
Meghann
.
"
"
No
,
you
wo
n't
!
"
she
snapped
.
"
I
detest
it
!
"
But
he
only
laughed
.
"
You
've
had
too
much
of
your
own
way
,
little
Miss
Meghann
.
If
I
want
to
call
you
Eustacia
Sophronia
Augusta
,
I
will
,
you
know
.
"
They
had
reached
the
stockyards
;
he
slipped
off
his
bay
,
aiming
a
punch
at
its
snapping
head
which
rocked
it
into
submission
,
and
stood
,
obviously
waiting
for
her
to
offer
him
her
hands
so
he
could
help
her
down
.
But
she
touched
the
chestnut
mare
with
her
heels
and
walked
on
up
the
track
.
"
Do
n't
you
put
the
dainty
lady
with
the
common
old
stockmen
?
"
he
called
after
her
.
"
Certainly
not
!
"
she
answered
without
turning
.
Oh
,
it
was
n't
fair
!
Even
on
his
own
two
feet
he
was
like
Father
Ralph
;
as
tall
,
as
broad
in
the
shoulders
and
narrow
in
the
hips
,
and
with
something
of
the
same
grace
,
though
differently
employed
.
Father
Ralph
moved
like
a
dancer
,
Luke
O'Neill
like
an
athlete
.
His
hair
was
as
thick
and
black
and
curling
,
his
eyes
as
blue
,
his
nose
as
fine
and
straight
,
his
mouth
as
well
cut
.
And
yet
he
was
no
more
like
Father
Ralph
than
--
than
--
than
a
ghost
gum
,
so
tall
and
pale
and
splendid
,
was
like
a
blue
gum
,
also
tall
and
pale
and
splendid
.
