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"
Do
n't
feel
sorry
for
Meggie
,
"
said
Archbishop
Ralph
a
little
harshly
.
"
I
do
n't
think
she
feels
sorry
for
herself
,
certainly
not
over
lack
of
money
.
It
's
brought
little
joy
to
her
after
all
,
has
it
?
She
knows
where
to
go
if
she
ca
n't
do
without
it
.
I
'd
say
Luke
's
apparent
indifference
has
hurt
her
far
more
than
the
lack
of
money
.
My
poor
Meggie
!
"
Between
them
Anne
and
Luddie
filled
in
the
outline
of
Meggie
's
life
,
while
Archbishop
de
Bricassart
sat
,
his
hands
still
steepled
,
his
gaze
on
the
lovely
sweeping
fan
of
a
traveler
's
palm
outside
.
Not
once
did
a
muscle
in
his
face
move
,
or
a
change
come
into
those
detachedly
beautiful
eyes
.
He
had
learned
much
since
being
in
the
service
of
Vittorio
Scarbanza
,
Cardinal
di
Contini-Verchese
.
When
the
tale
was
done
he
sighed
,
and
shifted
his
gaze
to
their
anxious
faces
.
"
Well
,
it
seems
we
must
help
her
,
since
Luke
will
not
.
If
Luke
truly
does
n't
want
her
,
she
'd
be
better
off
back
on
Drogheda
.
I
know
you
do
n't
want
to
lose
her
,
but
for
her
sake
try
to
persuade
her
to
go
home
.
I
shall
send
you
a
check
from
Sydney
for
her
,
so
she
wo
n't
have
the
embarrassment
of
asking
her
brother
for
money
.
Then
when
she
gets
home
she
can
tell
them
what
she
likes
.
"
He
glanced
toward
the
bedroom
door
and
moved
restlessly
.
"
Dear
God
,
let
the
child
be
born
!
"
But
the
child
was
n't
born
until
nearly
twenty-four
hours
later
,
and
Meggie
almost
dead
from
exhaustion
and
pain
.
Doc
Smith
had
given
her
copious
doses
of
laudanum
,
that
still
being
the
best
thing
,
in
his
old-fashioned
opinion
;
she
seemed
to
drift
whirling
through
spiraling
nightmares
in
which
things
from
without
and
within
ripped
and
tore
,
clawed
and
spat
,
howled
and
whined
and
roared
.
Sometimes
Ralph
's
face
would
come
into
focus
for
a
small
moment
,
then
go
again
on
a
heaving
tide
of
pain
;
but
the
memory
of
him
persisted
,
and
while
he
kept
watch
she
knew
neither
she
nor
the
baby
would
die
.
Pausing
,
while
the
midwife
coped
alone
,
to
snatch
food
and
a
stiff
tot
of
rum
and
check
that
none
of
his
other
patients
were
inconsiderate
enough
to
think
of
dying
,
Doc
Smith
listened
to
as
much
of
the
story
as
Anne
and
Luddie
thought
wise
to
tell
him
.
"
You
're
right
,
Anne
,
"
he
said
.
"
All
that
riding
is
probably
one
of
the
reasons
for
her
trouble
now
.
When
the
sidesaddle
went
out
it
was
a
bad
thing
for
women
who
must
ride
a
lot
.
Astride
develops
the
wrong
muscles
.
"
"
I
'd
heard
that
was
an
old
wives
'
tale
,
"
said
the
Archbishop
mildly
.
Doc
Smith
looked
at
him
maliciously
.
He
was
n't
fond
of
Catholic
priests
,
deemed
them
a
sanctimonious
lot
of
driveling
fools
.
"
Think
what
you
like
,
"
he
said
.
"
But
tell
me
,
Your
Grace
,
if
it
came
down
to
a
choice
between
Meggie
's
life
and
the
baby
's
,
what
would
your
conscience
advise
?
"
