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"
I
'm
going
to
call
him
Dane
.
"
"
What
a
queer
name
!
Why
?
Is
it
an
O'Neill
family
name
?
I
thought
you
were
finished
with
the
O'Neills
?
"
"
It
's
got
nothing
to
do
with
Luke
.
This
is
his
name
,
no
one
else
's
.
I
hate
family
names
;
it
's
like
wishing
a
piece
of
someone
different
onto
a
new
person
.
I
called
Justine
Justine
simply
because
I
liked
the
name
,
and
I
'm
calling
Dane
Dane
for
the
same
reason
.
"
"
Well
,
it
does
have
a
nice
ring
to
it
,
"
Fee
admitted
.
Meggie
winced
;
her
breasts
were
too
full
.
"
Better
give
him
to
me
,
Mum
.
Oh
,
I
hope
he
's
hungry
!
And
I
hope
old
Blue
remembers
to
bring
that
breast
pump
.
Otherwise
you
're
going
to
have
to
drive
into
Gilly
for
it
.
"
He
was
hungry
;
he
tugged
at
her
so
hard
his
gummy
little
mouth
hurt
.
Looking
down
on
him
,
the
closed
eyes
with
their
dark
,
gold-tipped
lashes
,
the
feathery
brows
,
the
tiny
working
cheeks
,
Meggie
loved
him
so
much
the
love
hurt
her
more
than
his
sucking
ever
could
.
He
is
enough
;
he
has
to
be
enough
,
I
'll
not
get
any
more
.
But
by
God
,
Ralph
de
Bricassart
,
by
that
God
you
love
more
than
me
,
you
'll
never
know
what
I
stole
from
you
--
and
from
Him
.
I
'm
never
going
to
tell
you
about
Dane
.
Oh
,
my
baby
!
Shifting
on
the
pillows
to
settle
him
more
comfortably
into
the
crook
of
her
arm
,
to
see
more
easily
that
perfect
little
face
.
My
baby
!
You
're
mine
,
and
I
'm
never
going
to
give
you
up
to
anyone
else
.
Least
of
all
to
your
father
,
who
is
a
priest
and
ca
n't
acknowledge
you
.
Is
n't
that
wonderful
?
*
*
*
The
boat
docked
in
Genoa
at
the
beginning
of
April
.
Archbishop
Ralph
landed
in
an
Italy
bursting
into
full
,
Mediterranean
spring
,
and
caught
a
train
to
Rome
.
Had
he
requested
it
he
could
have
been
met
,
chauffeured
in
a
Vatican
car
to
Rome
,
but
he
dreaded
to
feel
the
Church
close
around
him
again
;
he
wanted
to
put
the
moment
off
as
long
as
he
could
.
The
Eternal
City
.
It
was
truly
that
,
he
thought
,
staring
out
of
the
taxi
windows
at
the
campaniles
and
domes
,
and
pigeon-strewn
plazas
,
the
ambitious
fountains
,
the
Roman
columns
with
their
bases
buried
deep
in
the
centuries
.
Well
,
to
him
they
were
all
superfluities
.
What
mattered
to
him
was
the
part
of
Rome
called
the
Vatican
,
its
sumptuous
public
rooms
,
its
anything
but
sumptuous
private
rooms
.
