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But
never
again
would
Meggie
mistake
them
,
Luke
O'Neill
and
Ralph
de
Bricassart
.
That
was
n't
Luke
;
even
at
the
distance
and
in
the
fast-fading
light
she
was
n't
deceived
.
She
stood
dumbly
and
waited
while
he
walked
down
the
road
toward
her
,
Ralph
de
Bricassart
.
He
had
decided
he
wanted
her
after
all
.
There
could
be
no
other
reason
for
his
joining
her
in
a
place
like
this
,
calling
himself
Luke
O'Neill
.
Nothing
in
her
seemed
to
be
functioning
,
not
legs
or
mind
or
heart
.
This
was
Ralph
come
to
claim
her
,
why
could
n't
she
feel
?
Why
was
n't
she
running
down
the
road
to
his
arms
,
so
utterly
glad
to
see
him
nothing
else
mattered
?
This
was
Ralph
,
and
he
was
all
she
had
ever
wanted
out
of
living
;
had
n't
she
just
spent
more
than
a
week
trying
to
get
that
fact
out
of
her
mind
?
God
damn
him
,
God
damn
him
!
Why
the
hell
did
he
have
to
come
when
she
was
finally
beginning
to
get
him
out
of
her
thoughts
,
if
not
out
of
her
heart
?
Oh
,
it
was
all
going
to
start
again
!
Stunned
,
sweating
,
angry
,
she
stood
woodenly
waiting
,
watching
that
graceful
form
grow
larger
.
"
Hello
,
Ralph
,
"
she
said
through
clenched
teeth
,
not
looking
at
him
.
"
Hello
,
Meggie
.
"
"
Bring
your
case
inside
.
Would
you
like
a
hot
cup
of
tea
?
"
As
she
spoke
she
led
the
way
into
the
living
room
,
still
not
looking
at
him
.
"
That
would
be
nice
,
"
he
said
,
as
stilted
as
she
.
He
followed
her
into
the
kitchen
and
watched
while
she
plugged
in
an
electric
jug
,
filled
the
teapot
from
a
little
hot-water
geyser
over
the
sink
,
and
busied
herself
getting
cups
and
saucers
down
from
a
cupboard
.
When
she
handed
him
the
big
five-pound
tin
of
Arnotts
biscuits
he
took
a
couple
of
handfuls
of
cookies
out
of
it
and
put
them
on
a
plate
.
The
jug
boiled
,
she
emptied
the
hot
water
out
of
the
teapot
,
spooned
loose
tea
into
it
and
filled
it
with
bubbling
water
.
While
she
carried
the
cookie
plate
and
the
teapot
,
he
followed
with
the
cups
and
saucers
,
back
into
the
living
room
.
The
three
rooms
had
been
built
alongside
each
other
,
the
bedroom
opening
off
one
side
of
the
living
room
and
the
kitchen
off
the
other
,
with
the
bathroom
beyond
it
.
This
meant
the
house
had
two
verandas
,
one
facing
the
road
and
the
other
the
beach
.
Which
in
turn
meant
they
each
had
somewhere
excusable
to
look
without
having
to
look
at
each
other
.
Full
darkness
had
fallen
with
tropical
suddenness
,
but
the
air
through
the
wide-open
sliding
doors
was
filled
with
the
lapping
of
water
,
the
distant
surf
on
the
reef
,
the
coming
and
going
of
the
warm
soft
wind
.
They
drank
the
tea
in
silence
,
though
neither
could
eat
a
biscuit
,
and
the
silence
stretched
on
after
the
tea
was
finished
,
he
shifting
his
gaze
to
her
and
she
keeping
hers
steadfastly
on
the
breezy
antics
of
a
baby
palm
outside
the
road-veranda
doors
.
