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A
chuckle
very
like
her
own
echoed
from
the
interior
of
the
bottlebrush
shrubbery
nearby
,
its
drooping
scarlet
cylinders
hiding
the
author
of
the
chuckle
.
"
Listen
!
There
he
is
,
that
's
Dane
!
Do
you
know
at
his
age
he
can
sit
a
horse
as
well
as
I
can
?
"
She
leaned
forward
.
"
Dane
!
What
are
you
up
to
?
Come
out
of
there
this
instant
!
"
He
crawled
out
from
under
the
closest
bottle
brush
,
his
hands
full
of
black
earth
,
suspicious
black
smears
all
around
his
mouth
.
"
Mum
!
Did
you
know
soil
tastes
good
?
It
really
does
,
Mum
,
honestly
!
"
He
came
to
stand
in
front
of
her
;
at
seven
he
was
tall
,
slender
,
gracefully
strong
,
and
had
a
face
of
delicate
porcelain
beauty
.
Justine
appeared
,
came
to
stand
beside
him
.
She
too
was
tall
,
but
skinny
rather
than
slender
,
and
atrociously
freckled
.
It
was
hard
to
see
what
her
features
were
like
beneath
the
brown
spots
,
but
those
unnerving
eyes
were
as
pale
as
they
had
been
in
infancy
,
and
the
sandy
brows
and
lashes
were
too
fair
to
emerge
from
the
freckles
.
Paddy
's
fiercely
red
tresses
rioted
in
a
mass
of
curls
around
her
rather
pixyish
face
.
No
one
could
have
called
her
a
pretty
child
,
but
no
one
ever
forgot
her
,
not
merely
on
account
of
the
eyes
but
also
because
she
had
remarkable
strength
of
character
.
Astringent
,
forth-right
and
uncompromisingly
intelligent
,
Justine
at
eight
cared
as
little
what
anyone
thought
of
her
as
she
had
when
a
baby
.
Only
one
person
was
very
close
to
her
:
Dane
.
She
still
adored
him
,
and
still
regarded
him
as
her
own
property
.
Which
had
led
to
many
a
tussle
of
wills
between
her
and
her
mother
.
It
had
been
a
rude
shock
to
Justine
when
Meggie
hung
up
her
saddle
and
got
back
to
being
a
mother
.
For
one
thing
,
Justine
did
n't
seem
to
need
a
mother
,
since
she
was
convinced
she
was
right
about
everything
.
Nor
was
she
the
sort
of
little
girl
who
required
a
confidante
,
or
warm
approval
.
As
far
as
she
was
concerned
,
Meggie
was
mostly
someone
who
interfered
with
her
pleasure
in
Dane
.
She
got
on
a
lot
better
with
her
grandmother
,
who
was
just
the
sort
of
person
Justine
heartily
approved
of
;
she
kept
her
distance
and
assumed
one
had
a
little
sense
.
"
I
told
him
not
to
eat
dirt
,
"
Justine
said
.
"
Well
,
it
wo
n't
kill
him
,
Justine
,
but
it
is
n't
good
for
him
,
either
.
"
Meggie
turned
to
her
son
.
"
Dane
,
why
?
"
He
considered
the
question
gravely
.
"
It
was
there
,
so
I
ate
it
.
If
it
was
bad
for
me
,
would
n't
it
taste
bad
,
too
?
It
tastes
good
.
"
"
Not
necessarily
,
"
Justine
interrupted
loftily
.
"
I
give
up
on
you
,
Dane
,
I
really
do
.
Some
of
the
best-tasting
things
are
the
most
poisonous
.
"
