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He
stretched
luxuriously
,
yawned
,
cleared
his
throat
.
"
What
brings
you
down
to
Ingham
,
Meg
?
"
he
asked
.
Her
head
turned
;
she
regarded
him
with
wide
,
contemptuous
eyes
.
"
Well
,
what
brings
you
here
?
"
he
repeated
,
nettled
.
No
reply
,
only
the
same
steady
,
stinging
gaze
,
as
if
she
could
n't
be
bothered
answering
.
Which
was
ridiculous
,
after
the
night
.
Her
lips
opened
;
she
smiled
.
"
I
came
to
tell
you
I
'm
going
home
to
Drogheda
,
"
she
said
.
For
a
moment
he
did
n't
believe
her
,
then
he
looked
at
her
face
more
closely
and
saw
she
meant
it
,
all
right
.
"
Why
?
"
he
asked
.
"
I
told
you
what
would
happen
if
you
did
n't
take
me
to
Sydney
,
"
she
said
.
His
astonishment
was
absolutely
genuine
.
"
But
,
Meg
!
That
's
flaming
eighteen
months
ago
!
And
I
gave
you
a
holiday
!
Four
bloody
expensive
weeks
on
the
Atherton
!
I
could
n't
afford
to
take
you
to
Sydney
on
top
of
that
!
"
"
You
've
been
to
Sydney
twice
since
then
,
both
times
without
me
,
"
she
said
stubbornly
.
"
I
can
understand
the
first
time
,
since
I
was
expecting
Justine
,
but
heaven
knows
I
could
have
done
with
a
holiday
away
from
The
Wet
this
last
January
.
"
