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A
man
in
a
long
,
flowing
black
soutane
got
out
,
a
purple
grosgrain
sash
about
his
waist
.
As
he
turned
,
Anne
thought
for
a
dazed
moment
that
Luke
O'Neill
was
playing
some
elaborate
trick
on
her
.
Then
she
saw
that
this
was
a
far
different
man
,
a
good
ten
years
older
than
Luke
.
My
God
!
she
thought
as
the
graceful
figure
mounted
her
steps
two
at
a
time
.
He
's
the
handsomest
chap
I
've
ever
seen
!
An
archbishop
,
no
less
!
What
does
a
Catholic
archbishop
want
with
a
pair
of
old
Lutherans
like
Luddie
and
me
?
"
Mrs.
Mueller
?
"
he
asked
,
smiling
down
at
her
with
kind
,
aloof
blue
eyes
.
As
if
he
had
seen
much
he
would
give
anything
not
to
have
seen
,
and
had
managed
to
stop
feeling
long
ago
.
"
Yes
,
I
'm
Anne
Mueller
.
"
"
I
'm
Archbishop
Ralph
de
Bricassart
,
His
Holiness
's
Legate
in
Australia
.
I
understand
you
have
a
Mrs.
Luke
O'Neill
staying
with
you
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
Ralph
?
Ralph
?
Was
this
Ralph
?
"
I
'm
a
very
old
friend
of
hers
.
I
wonder
if
I
might
see
her
,
please
?
"
"
Well
,
I
'm
sure
she
'd
be
delighted
,
Archbishop
"
--
no
,
that
was
n't
right
,
one
did
n't
say
Archbishop
,
one
said
Your
Grace
,
like
Joe
Castiglione
--
"
under
more
normal
circumstances
,
but
at
the
moment
Meggie
's
in
labor
,
and
having
a
very
hard
time
.
"
Then
she
saw
that
he
had
n't
succeeded
in
stopping
feeling
at
all
,
only
disciplined
it
to
a
doglike
abjection
at
the
back
of
his
thinking
mind
.
His
eyes
were
so
blue
she
felt
she
drowned
in
them
,
and
what
she
saw
in
them
now
made
her
wonder
what
Meggie
was
to
him
,
and
what
he
was
to
Meggie
.
"
I
knew
something
was
wrong
!
I
've
felt
that
something
was
wrong
for
a
long
time
,
but
of
late
my
worry
's
become
an
obsession
.
I
had
to
come
and
see
for
myself
.
Please
,
let
me
see
her
!
If
you
wish
for
a
reason
,
I
am
a
priest
.
"
Anne
had
never
intended
to
deny
him
.
"
Come
along
,
Your
Grace
,
through
here
,
please
.
"
And
as
she
shuffled
slowly
between
her
two
sticks
she
kept
thinking
:
Is
the
house
clean
and
tidy
?
Have
I
dusted
?
Did
we
remember
to
throw
out
that
smelly
old
leg
of
lamb
,
or
is
it
all
through
the
place
?
What
a
time
for
a
man
as
important
as
this
one
to
come
calling
!
Luddie
,
will
you
never
get
your
fat
arse
off
that
tractor
and
come
in
?
The
boy
should
have
found
you
hours
ago
!
