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But
are
you
happy
,
Meggie
?
Is
he
good
to
you
?
Do
you
love
him
,
this
Luke
O'Neill
?
What
kind
of
man
is
he
,
that
you
turned
from
me
to
him
?
What
was
it
about
him
,
an
ordinary
stockman
,
that
you
liked
better
than
Enoch
Davies
or
Liam
O'Rourke
or
Alastair
Mac-Queen
?
Was
it
that
I
did
n't
know
him
,
that
I
could
make
no
comparisons
?
Did
you
do
it
to
torture
me
,
Meggie
,
to
pay
me
back
?
But
why
are
there
no
children
?
What
's
the
matter
with
the
man
,
that
he
roams
up
and
down
the
state
like
a
vagabond
and
puts
you
to
live
with
friends
?
No
wonder
you
have
no
child
;
he
's
not
with
you
long
enough
.
Meggie
,
why
?
Why
did
you
marry
this
Luke
O'Neill
?
Turning
,
he
made
his
way
down
from
the
Acropolis
,
and
walked
the
busy
streets
of
Athens
.
In
the
open-air
markets
around
Evripidou
Street
he
lingered
,
fascinated
by
the
people
,
the
huge
baskets
of
kalamari
and
fish
reeking
in
the
sun
,
the
vegetables
and
tinsel
slippers
hung
side
by
side
;
the
women
amused
him
,
their
unashamed
and
open
cooing
over
him
,
a
legacy
of
a
culture
basically
very
different
from
his
puritanical
own
.
Had
their
unabashed
admiration
been
lustful
(
he
could
not
think
of
a
better
word
)
it
would
have
embarrassed
him
acutely
,
but
he
accepted
it
in
the
spirit
intended
,
as
an
accolade
for
extraordinary
physical
beauty
.
The
hotel
was
on
Omonia
Square
,
very
luxurious
and
expensive
.
Archbishop
di
Contini-Verchese
was
sitting
in
a
chair
by
his
balcony
windows
,
quietly
thinking
;
as
Bishop
Ralph
came
in
he
turned
his
head
,
smiling
.
"
In
good
time
,
Ralph
.
I
would
like
to
pray
.
"
"
I
thought
everything
was
settled
?
Are
there
sudden
complications
,
Your
Grace
?
"
"
Not
of
that
kind
.
I
had
a
letter
from
Cardinal
Monteverdi
today
,
expressing
the
wishes
of
the
Holy
Father
.
"
Bishop
Ralph
felt
his
shoulders
tighten
,
a
curious
prickling
of
the
skin
around
his
ears
.
"
Tell
me
.
"
"
As
soon
as
the
talks
are
over
--
and
they
are
over
--
I
am
to
proceed
to
Rome
.
There
I
am
to
be
blessed
with
the
biretta
of
a
cardinal
,
and
continue
my
work
in
Rome
under
the
direct
supervision
of
His
Holiness
.
"
"
Whereas
I
?
"
