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"

I

'll

have

to

go

and

see

him

,

tell

him

.

And

,

much

as

I

loathe

the

idea

,

sleep

with

him

.

"

"

What

?

"

The

eyes

shone

.

"

I

'm

two

weeks

overdue

,

and

I

'm

never

a

day

overdue

.

The

only

other

time

I

was

,

Justine

was

starting

.

I

'm

pregnant

,

Anne

,

I

know

I

am

!

"

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"

My

God

!

"

Anne

gasped

at

Meggie

as

if

she

had

never

seen

her

before

;

and

perhaps

she

had

not

.

She

licked

her

lips

and

stammered

,

"

It

could

be

a

false

alarm

.

"

But

Meggie

shook

her

head

positively

.

"

Oh

,

no

.

I

'm

pregnant

.

There

are

some

things

one

just

knows

.

"

"

A

nice

pickle

if

you

are

,

"

Anne

muttered

.

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"

Oh

,

Anne

,

do

n't

be

blind

!

Do

n't

you

see

what

this

means

?

I

can

never

have

Ralph

,

I

've

always

known

I

could

never

have

Ralph

.

But

I

have

,

I

have

!

"

She

laughed

,

gripping

Justine

so

hard

Anne

was

frightened

the

baby

would

scream

,

but

strangely

she

did

not

.

"

I

've

got

the

part

of

Ralph

the

Church

can

never

have

,

the

part

of

him

which

carries

on

from

generation

to

generation

.

Through

me

he

'll

continue

to

live

,

because

I

know

it

's

going

to

be

a

son

!

And

that

son

will

have

sons

,

and

they

'll

have

sons

--

I

'll

beat

God

yet

.

I

've

loved

Ralph

since

I

was

ten

years

old

,

and

I

suppose

I

'll

still

be

loving

him

if

I

live

to

be

a

hundred

.

But

he

is

n't

mine

,

where

his

child

will

be

.

Mine

,

Anne

,

mine

!

"

"

Oh

,

Meggie

!

"

Anne

said

helplessly

.

The

passion

died

,

the

exhilaration

;

she

became

once

more

familiar

Meggie

,

quiet

and

sweet

but

with

the

faint

thread

of

iron

,

the

capacity

to

bear

much

.

Only

now

Anne

trod

carefully

,

wondering

just

what

she

had

done

in

sending

Ralph

de

Bricassart

to

Matlock

Island

.

Was

it

possible

for

anyone

to

change

this

much

?

Anne

did

n't

think

so

.

It

must

have

been

there

all

the

time

,

so

well

hidden

its

presence

was

rarely

suspected

.

There

was

far

more

than

a

faint

thread

of

iron

in

Meggie

;

she

was

solid

steel

.

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