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"
I
know
,
Ralph
.
"
"
I
believe
you
do
.
Is
it
why
I
love
you
?
You
're
not
much
out
of
the
ordinary
way
,
Meggie
,
and
yet
you
are
n't
ordinary
at
all
.
Did
I
sense
it
,
all
those
years
ago
?
I
must
have
,
I
suppose
.
My
passion
for
titian
hair
!
Little
did
I
know
where
it
would
lead
me
.
I
love
you
,
Meggie
.
"
"
Are
you
leaving
?
"
"
Tomorrow
.
I
must
.
My
ship
sails
for
Genoa
in
less
than
a
week
.
"
"
Genoa
?
"
"
Rome
,
actually
.
For
a
long
time
,
perhaps
the
rest
of
my
life
.
I
do
n't
know
.
"
"
Do
n't
worry
,
Ralph
,
I
'll
let
you
go
without
any
fuss
.
My
time
is
almost
up
,
too
.
I
'm
leaving
Luke
,
I
'm
going
home
to
Drogheda
.
"
"
Oh
,
my
dear
!
Not
because
of
this
,
because
of
me
?
"
"
No
,
of
course
not
,
"
she
lied
.
"
I
'd
made
up
my
mind
before
you
arrived
.
Luke
does
n't
want
me
or
need
me
,
he
wo
n't
miss
me
in
the
slightest
.
But
I
need
a
home
,
somewhere
of
my
own
,
and
I
think
now
that
Drogheda
is
always
going
to
be
that
place
.
It
is
n't
right
that
poor
Justine
should
grow
up
in
a
house
where
I
'm
the
servant
,
though
I
know
Anne
and
Luddie
do
n't
think
of
me
like
a
servant
.
But
it
's
how
I
think
of
myself
,
and
how
Justine
will
think
of
me
when
she
's
old
enough
to
understand
she
has
n't
a
normal
sort
of
home
.
In
a
way
she
never
will
enjoy
that
,
but
I
must
do
as
much
for
her
as
I
can
.
So
I
'm
going
back
to
Drogheda
.
"
