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"
And
accepting
that
,
you
can
still
want
us
?
"
She
shrugged
,
smiled
with
a
trace
of
pity
.
"
Oh
,
Ralph
!
I
do
n't
say
it
is
n't
important
,
and
it
's
certainly
caused
me
a
lot
of
unhappiness
,
but
it
is
the
way
things
are
.
I
'd
be
a
fool
to
waste
myself
trying
to
eradicate
it
,
when
it
ca
n't
be
eradicated
.
The
best
I
can
do
is
exploit
the
weakness
,
not
ignore
its
existence
.
Because
I
want
and
need
,
too
.
And
apparently
I
want
and
need
people
like
you
and
Luke
,
or
I
would
n't
have
spent
myself
over
the
pair
of
you
the
way
I
have
.
I
'd
have
married
a
good
,
kind
,
simple
man
like
my
father
,
someone
who
did
want
and
need
me
.
But
there
's
a
streak
of
Samson
in
every
man
,
I
think
.
It
's
just
that
in
men
like
you
and
Luke
,
it
's
more
pronounced
.
"
He
did
n't
seem
at
all
insulted
;
he
was
smiling
.
"
My
wise
Meggie
!
"
"
That
's
not
wisdom
,
Ralph
.
Just
common
sense
.
I
'm
not
a
very
wise
person
at
all
,
you
know
that
.
But
look
at
my
brothers
.
I
doubt
the
older
ones
at
any
rate
will
ever
get
married
,
or
have
girlfriends
even
.
They
're
terribly
shy
,
they
're
frightened
of
the
power
a
woman
might
have
over
them
,
and
they
're
quite
wrapped
up
in
Mum
.
"
*
*
*
Day
followed
day
,
and
night
followed
night
.
Even
the
heavy
summer
rains
were
beautiful
,
to
be
walked
in
naked
and
listened
to
on
the
iron
roof
,
as
warm
and
full
of
caresses
as
the
sun
.
And
when
the
sun
was
out
they
walked
too
,
lazed
on
the
beach
,
swam
;
for
he
was
teaching
her
to
swim
.
Sometimes
when
he
did
n't
know
he
was
being
watched
Meggie
would
look
at
him
and
try
desperately
to
imprint
his
face
upon
her
brain
's
core
,
remembering
how
in
spite
of
the
love
she
had
borne
Frank
,
with
the
passing
of
the
years
his
image
had
dimmed
,
the
look
of
him
.
There
were
the
eyes
,
the
nose
,
the
mouth
,
the
stunning
silver
wings
in
that
black
hair
,
the
long
hard
body
which
had
kept
the
slenderness
and
tautness
of
youth
,
yet
had
set
a
little
,
lost
elasticity
.
And
he
would
turn
to
find
her
watching
him
,
a
look
in
his
eyes
of
haunted
grief
,
a
doomed
look
.
She
understood
the
implicit
message
,
or
thought
she
did
;
he
must
go
,
back
to
the
Church
and
his
duties
.
Never
again
with
the
same
spirit
,
perhaps
,
but
more
able
to
serve
.
For
only
those
who
have
slipped
and
fallen
know
the
vicissitudes
of
the
way
.
One
day
,
when
the
sun
had
gone
down
far
enough
to
bloody
the
sea
and
stain
the
coral
sand
a
hazy
yellow
,
he
turned
to
her
as
they
lay
on
the
beach
.
"
Meggie
,
I
've
never
been
so
happy
,
or
so
unhappy
.
"
