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"
I
must
go
,
Meggie
,
"
he
said
gently
.
Now
the
eyes
grew
harder
,
brighter
:
her
mouth
twisted
into
an
unpleasant
shape
.
"
I
expected
that
!
Funny
how
the
men
in
my
life
all
scuttle
off
into
the
woodwork
,
is
n't
it
?
"
He
winced
.
"
Do
n't
be
bitter
,
Meggie
.
I
ca
n't
bear
to
leave
thinking
of
you
like
this
.
No
matter
what
's
happened
to
you
in
the
past
,
you
've
always
retained
your
sweetness
and
it
's
the
thing
about
you
I
find
most
endearing
.
Do
n't
change
,
do
n't
become
hard
because
of
this
.
I
know
it
must
be
terrible
to
think
that
Luke
did
n't
care
enough
to
come
,
but
do
n't
change
.
You
would
n't
be
my
Meggie
anymore
.
"
But
still
she
looked
at
him
half
as
if
she
hated
him
.
"
Oh
,
come
off
it
,
Ralph
!
I
'm
not
your
Meggie
,
I
never
was
!
You
did
n't
want
me
,
you
sent
me
to
him
,
to
Luke
.
What
do
you
think
I
am
,
some
sort
of
saint
,
or
a
nun
?
Well
,
I
'm
not
!
I
'm
an
ordinary
human
being
,
and
you
've
spoiled
my
life
!
All
the
years
I
've
loved
you
,
and
wanted
to
forget
you
,
but
then
I
married
a
man
I
thought
looked
a
little
bit
like
you
,
and
he
does
n't
want
me
or
need
me
either
.
Is
it
so
much
to
ask
of
a
man
,
to
be
needed
and
wanted
by
him
?
"
She
began
to
sob
,
mastered
it
;
there
were
fine
lines
of
pain
on
her
face
that
he
had
never
seen
before
,
and
he
knew
they
were
n't
the
kind
that
rest
and
returning
health
would
smooth
away
.
"
Luke
's
not
a
bad
man
,
or
even
an
unlikable
one
,
"
she
went
on
.
"
Just
a
man
.
You
're
all
the
same
,
great
big
hairy
moths
bashing
yourselves
to
pieces
after
a
silly
flame
behind
a
glass
so
clear
your
eyes
do
n't
see
it
.
And
if
you
do
manage
to
blunder
your
way
inside
the
glass
to
fly
into
the
flame
,
you
fall
down
burned
and
dead
.
While
all
the
time
out
there
in
the
cool
night
there
's
food
,
and
love
,
and
baby
moths
to
get
.
But
do
you
see
it
,
do
you
want
it
?
No
!
It
's
back
after
the
flame
again
,
beating
yourselves
senseless
until
you
burn
yourselves
dead
!
"
He
did
n't
know
what
to
say
to
her
,
for
this
was
a
side
of
her
he
had
never
seen
.
Had
it
always
been
there
,
or
had
she
grown
it
out
of
her
terrible
trouble
and
abandonment
?
Meggie
,
saying
things
like
this
?
He
hardly
heard
what
she
said
,
he
was
so
upset
that
she
should
say
it
,
and
so
did
n't
understand
that
it
came
from
her
loneliness
,
and
her
guilt
.
"
Do
you
remember
the
rose
you
gave
me
the
night
I
left
Drogheda
?
"
he
asked
tenderly
.
"
Yes
,
I
remember
.
"
The
life
had
gone
out
of
her
voice
,
the
hard
light
out
of
her
eyes
.
They
stared
at
him
now
like
a
soul
without
hope
,
as
expressionless
and
glassy
as
her
mother
's
.
