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"
Oh
,
Christ
!
"
"
What
a
skinflint
you
are
,
Luke
,
"
she
went
on
gently
.
"
Twenty
thousand
pounds
you
've
had
from
me
,
money
that
's
rightfully
mine
,
and
yet
you
begrudge
the
few
measly
pounds
it
would
have
cost
you
to
take
me
to
Sydney
.
You
and
your
money
!
You
make
me
sick
.
"
"
I
have
n't
touched
it
,
"
he
said
feebly
.
"
It
's
there
,
every
penny
of
it
,
and
more
besides
.
"
"
Yes
,
that
's
right
.
Sitting
in
the
bank
,
where
it
always
will
.
You
have
n't
any
intention
of
spending
it
,
have
you
?
You
want
to
adore
it
,
like
a
golden
calf
.
Admit
it
,
Luke
,
you
're
a
miser
.
And
what
an
unforgivable
idiot
you
are
into
the
bargain
!
To
treat
your
wife
and
daughter
the
way
you
would
n't
dream
of
treating
a
pair
of
dogs
,
to
ignore
their
existences
,
let
alone
their
needs
!
You
complacent
,
conceited
,
self-centered
bastard
!
"
White-faced
,
trembling
,
he
searched
for
speech
;
to
have
Meg
turn
on
him
,
especially
after
the
night
,
was
like
being
bitten
to
death
by
a
butterfly
.
The
injustice
of
her
accusations
appalled
him
,
but
there
did
n't
seem
to
be
any
way
he
could
make
her
understand
the
purity
of
his
motives
.
Womanlike
,
she
saw
only
the
obvious
;
she
just
could
n't
appreciate
the
grand
design
at
back
of
it
all
.
So
he
said
,
"
Oh
,
Meg
!
"
in
tones
of
bewilderment
,
despair
,
resignation
.
"
I
've
never
ill-treated
you
,
"
he
added
.
"
No
,
I
definitely
have
n't
!
There
's
no
one
could
say
I
was
cruel
to
you
.
No
one
!
You
've
had
enough
to
eat
,
a
roof
over
your
head
,
you
've
been
warm
--
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
"
she
interrupted
.
"
That
's
one
thing
I
'll
grant
you
.
I
've
never
been
warmer
in
my
life
.
"
She
shook
her
head
,
laughed
.
"
What
's
the
use
?
It
's
like
talking
to
a
brick
wall
.
"
"
I
might
say
the
same
!
"
"
By
all
means
do
,
"
said
Meggie
icily
,
getting
off
the
bed
and
slipping
on
her
panties
.
"
I
'm
not
going
to
divorce
you
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
do
n't
want
to
marry
again
.
If
you
want
a
divorce
,
you
know
where
to
find
me
.
Technically
speaking
,
I
'm
the
one
at
fault
,
are
n't
I
?
I
'm
deserting
you
--
or
at
least
that
's
the
way
the
courts
in
this
country
will
see
it
.
You
and
the
judge
can
cry
on
each
other
's
shoulders
about
the
perfidies
and
ingratitude
of
women
.
"
