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He
went
past
Doc
Smith
and
the
midwife
as
if
they
did
n't
exist
to
drop
on
his
knees
beside
the
bed
,
his
hand
reaching
for
hers
.
"
Meggie
!
"
She
dragged
herself
out
of
the
ghastly
dream
into
which
she
had
sunk
,
past
caring
,
and
saw
the
beloved
face
close
to
hers
,
the
strong
black
hair
with
two
white
wings
in
its
darkness
now
,
the
fine
aristocratic
features
a
little
more
lined
,
more
patient
if
possible
,
and
the
blue
eyes
looking
into
hers
with
love
and
longing
.
How
had
she
ever
confused
Luke
with
him
?
There
was
no
one
like
him
,
there
never
would
be
for
her
,
and
she
had
betrayed
what
she
felt
for
him
.
Luke
was
the
dark
side
of
the
mirror
;
Ralph
was
as
splendid
as
the
sun
,
and
as
remote
.
Oh
,
how
beautiful
to
see
him
!
"
Ralph
,
help
me
,
"
she
said
.
He
kissed
her
hand
passionately
,
then
held
it
to
his
cheek
.
"
Always
,
my
Meggie
,
you
know
that
.
"
"
Pray
for
me
,
and
the
baby
.
If
anyone
can
save
us
,
you
can
.
You
're
much
closer
to
God
than
we
are
.
No
one
wants
us
,
no
one
has
ever
wanted
us
,
even
you
.
"
"
Where
's
Luke
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
,
and
I
do
n't
care
.
"
She
closed
her
eyes
and
rolled
her
head
upon
the
plllow
,
but
the
fingers
in
his
gripped
strongly
,
would
n't
let
him
go
.
Then
Doc
Smith
touched
him
on
the
shoulder
.
"
Your
Grace
,
I
think
you
ought
to
step
outside
now
.
"
