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"
I
do
n't
think
she
likes
life
much
,
"
Meggie
said
with
an
answering
smile
.
How
much
older
he
looked
!
As
fit
and
supple
as
ever
,
but
immeasurably
older
.
She
turned
her
head
to
Anne
and
Luddie
,
and
held
out
her
other
hand
.
"
My
dear
good
friends
!
Whatever
would
I
have
done
without
you
?
Have
we
heard
from
Luke
?
"
"
I
got
a
telegram
saying
he
was
too
busy
to
come
,
but
wishing
you
good
luck
.
"
"
Big
of
him
,
"
said
Meggie
.
Anne
bent
quickly
to
kiss
her
check
.
"
We
'll
leave
you
to
talk
with
the
Archbishop
,
dear
.
I
'm
sure
you
've
got
a
lot
of
catching
up
to
do
.
"
Leaning
on
Luddie
,
she
crooked
her
finger
at
the
nurse
,
who
was
gaping
at
the
priest
as
if
she
could
n't
believe
her
eyes
.
"
Come
on
,
Nettie
,
have
a
cup
of
tea
with
us
.
His
Grace
will
let
you
know
if
Meggie
needs
you
.
"
"
What
are
you
going
to
call
your
noisy
daughter
?
"
he
asked
as
the
door
closed
and
they
were
alone
.
"
Justine
.
"
"
It
's
a
very
good
name
,
but
why
did
you
choose
it
?
"
"
I
read
it
somewhere
,
and
I
liked
it
.
"
"
Do
n't
you
want
her
,
Meggie
?
"
Her
face
had
shrunk
,
and
seemed
all
eyes
;
they
were
soft
and
filled
with
a
misty
light
,
no
hate
but
no
love
either
.
"
I
suppose
I
want
her
.
Yes
,
I
do
want
her
.
I
schemed
enough
to
get
her
.
But
while
I
was
carrying
her
I
could
n't
feel
anything
for
her
,
except
that
she
did
n't
want
me
.
I
do
n't
think
Justine
will
ever
be
mine
,
or
Luke
's
,
or
anyone
's
.
I
think
she
's
always
going
to
belong
to
herself
.
"
