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"
The
Church
is
adamant
on
that
point
,
Doctor
.
No
choice
must
ever
be
made
.
The
child
can
not
be
done
to
death
to
save
the
mother
,
nor
the
mother
done
to
death
to
save
the
child
.
"
He
smiled
back
at
Doc
Smith
just
as
maliciously
.
"
But
if
it
should
come
to
that
,
Doctor
,
I
wo
n't
hesitiate
to
tell
you
to
save
Meggie
,
and
the
hell
with
the
baby
.
"
Doc
Smith
gasped
,
laughed
,
and
clapped
him
on
the
back
.
"
Good
for
you
!
Rest
easy
,
I
wo
n't
broadcast
what
you
said
.
But
so
far
the
child
's
alive
,
and
I
ca
n't
see
what
good
killing
it
is
going
to
do
.
"
But
Anne
was
thinking
to
herself
:
I
wonder
what
your
answer
would
have
been
if
the
child
was
yours
,
Archbishop
?
About
three
hours
later
,
as
the
afternoon
sun
was
sliding
sadly
down
the
sky
toward
Mount
Bartle
Frere
's
misty
bulk
,
Doc
Smith
came
out
of
the
bedroom
.
"
Well
,
it
's
over
,
"
he
said
with
some
satisfaction
.
"
Meggie
's
got
a
long
road
ahead
of
her
,
but
she
'll
be
all
right
,
God
willing
.
And
the
baby
is
a
skinny
,
cranky
,
five-pound
girl
with
a
whopping
great
head
and
a
temper
to
match
the
most
poisonous
red
hair
I
've
ever
seen
on
a
newborn
baby
.
You
could
'
t
kill
that
little
mite
with
an
axe
,
and
I
know
,
because
I
nearly
tried
.
"
Jubilant
,
Luddie
broke
out
the
bottle
of
champagne
he
had
been
saving
,
and
the
five
of
them
stood
with
their
glasses
brimming
;
priest
,
doctor
,
midwife
,
farmer
and
cripple
toasted
the
health
and
well-being
of
the
mother
and
her
screaming
,
crotchety
baby
.
It
was
the
first
of
June
,
the
first
day
of
the
Australian
winter
.
A
nurse
had
arrived
to
take
over
from
the
midwife
,
and
would
stay
until
Meggie
was
pronounced
out
of
all
danger
.
The
doctor
and
the
midwife
left
,
while
Anne
,
Luddie
and
the
Archbishop
went
to
see
Meggie
.
She
looked
so
tiny
and
wasted
in
the
double
bed
that
Archbishop
Ralph
was
obliged
to
store
away
another
,
separate
pain
in
the
back
of
his
mind
,
to
be
taken
out
later
,
inspected
and
endured
.
Meggie
,
my
torn
and
beaten
Meggie
...
I
shall
love
you
always
,
but
I
can
not
give
you
what
Luke
O'Neill
did
,
however
grudgingly
.
The
grizzling
scrap
of
humanity
responsible
for
all
this
lay
in
a
wicker
bassinet
by
the
far
wall
,
not
a
bit
appreciative
of
their
attention
as
they
stood
around
her
and
peered
down
.
She
yelled
her
resentment
,
and
kept
on
yelling
.
In
the
end
the
nurse
lifted
her
,
bassinet
and
all
,
and
put
her
in
the
room
designated
as
her
nursery
.
"
There
's
certainly
nothing
wrong
with
her
lungs
.
"
Archbishop
Ralph
smiled
,
sitting
on
the
edge
of
the
bed
and
taking
Meggie
's
pale
hand
.
