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"
If
her
life
is
in
danger
,
you
'll
call
me
?
"
"
In
a
second
.
"
Luddie
had
finally
come
in
from
the
cane
,
frantic
because
there
was
no
one
to
be
seen
and
he
did
n't
dare
enter
the
bedroom
.
"
Anne
,
is
she
all
right
?
"
he
asked
as
his
wife
came
out
with
the
Archbishop
.
"
So
far
.
Doc
wo
n't
commit
himself
,
but
I
think
he
's
got
hope
.
Luddie
,
we
have
a
visitor
.
This
is
Archbishop
Ralph
de
Bricassart
,
an
old
friend
of
Meggie
's
.
"
Better
versed
than
his
wife
,
Luddie
dropped
on
one
knee
and
kissed
the
ring
on
the
hand
held
out
to
him
.
"
Sit
down
,
Your
Grace
,
talk
to
Anne
.
I
'll
go
and
put
a
kettle
on
for
some
tea
.
"
"
So
you
're
Ralph
,
"
Anne
said
,
propping
her
sticks
against
a
bamboo
table
while
the
priest
sat
opposite
her
with
the
folds
of
his
soutane
falling
about
him
,
his
glossy
black
riding
boots
clearly
visible
,
for
he
had
crossed
his
knees
.
It
was
an
effeminate
thing
for
a
man
to
do
,
but
he
was
a
priest
so
it
did
n't
matter
;
yet
there
was
something
intensely
masculine
about
him
,
crossed
legs
or
no
.
He
was
probably
not
as
old
as
she
had
first
thought
;
in
his
very
early
forties
,
perhaps
.
What
a
waste
of
a
magnificent
man
!
"
Yes
,
I
'm
Ralph
.
"
"
Ever
since
Meggie
's
labor
started
she
's
been
asking
for
someone
called
Ralph
.
I
must
admit
I
was
puzzled
.
I
do
n't
ever
remember
her
mentioning
a
Ralph
before
.
"
"
She
would
n't
.
"
