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"
I
said
I
would
n't
go
!
"
she
said
,
teeth
clenched
.
"
You
said
you
could
n't
dance
,
I
said
I
'd
teach
you
.
You
never
said
you
would
n't
go
with
me
if
you
could
dance
,
so
I
assumed
it
was
the
dancing
you
objected
to
,
not
me
.
Are
you
going
to
back
out
?
"
Exasperated
,
she
glared
at
him
fiercely
,
but
he
only
laughed
at
her
.
"
You
're
spoiled
rotten
,
young
Meghann
;
it
's
time
you
did
n't
get
all
your
own
way
.
"
"
I
'm
not
spoiled
!
"
"
Go
on
,
tell
me
another
!
The
only
girl
,
all
those
brothers
to
run
round
after
you
,
all
this
land
and
money
,
a
posh
house
,
servants
?
I
know
the
Catholic
Church
owns
it
,
but
the
Clearys
are
n't
short
of
a
penny
either
.
"
That
was
the
big
difference
between
them
!
she
thought
triumphantly
;
it
had
been
eluding
her
since
she
met
him
.
Father
Ralph
would
never
have
fallen
for
outward
trappings
,
but
this
man
lacked
his
sensitivity
;
he
had
no
inbuilt
antennae
to
tell
him
what
lay
beneath
the
surface
.
He
rode
through
life
without
an
idea
in
his
head
about
its
complexity
or
its
pain
.
*
*
*
Flabbergasted
,
Bob
handed
over
the
keys
to
the
new
Rolls
without
a
murmur
;
he
had
stared
at
Luke
for
a
moment
without
speaking
,
then
grinned
.
