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"
Name
one
!
"
he
challenged
.
"
Treacle
!
"
she
said
triumphantly
.
Dane
had
been
very
ill
after
finding
a
tin
of
treacle
in
Mrs.
Smith
's
pantry
and
eating
the
lot
.
He
admitted
the
thrust
,
but
countered
.
"
I
'm
still
here
,
so
it
ca
n't
be
all
that
poisonous
.
"
"
That
's
only
because
you
vomited
.
If
you
had
n't
vomited
,
you
'd
be
dead
.
"
This
was
inarguable
.
He
and
his
sister
were
much
of
a
height
,
so
he
tucked
his
arm
companionably
through
hers
and
they
sauntered
away
across
the
lawn
toward
their
cubbyhouse
,
which
their
uncles
had
erected
as
instructed
amid
the
down-drooping
branches
of
a
pepper
tree
.
Danger
from
bees
had
led
to
much
adult
opposition
to
this
site
,
but
the
children
were
proven
right
.
The
bees
dwelled
with
them
amicably
.
For
,
said
the
children
,
pepper
trees
were
the
nicest
of
all
trees
,
very
private
.
They
had
such
a
dry
,
fragrant
smell
,
and
the
grapelike
clusters
of
tiny
pink
globules
they
bore
crumbled
into
crisp
,
pungent
pink
flakes
when
crushed
in
the
hand
.
"
They
're
so
different
from
each
other
,
Dane
and
Justine
,
yet
they
get
along
so
well
together
,
"
said
Meggie
.
"
It
never
ceases
to
amaze
me
.
I
do
n't
think
I
've
ever
seen
them
quarrel
,
though
how
Dane
avoids
quarreling
with
some
one
as
determined
and
stubborn
as
Justine
,
I
do
n't
understand
.
"
But
Fee
had
something
else
on
her
mind
.
"
Lord
,
he
's
the
living
image
of
his
father
,
"
she
said
,
watching
Dane
duck
under
the
lowest
fronds
of
the
pepper
tree
and
disappear
from
sight
.
Meggie
felt
herself
go
cold
,
a
reflex
response
which
years
of
hearing
people
say
this
had
not
scotched
.
It
was
just
her
own
guilt
,
of
course
.
People
always
meant
Luke
.
Why
not
?
There
were
basic
similarities
between
Luke
O'Neill
and
Ralph
de
Bricassart
.
But
try
as
she
would
,
she
could
never
be
quite
natural
when
Dane
's
likeness
to
his
father
was
commented
upon
.
She
drew
a
carefully
casual
breath
.
"
Do
you
think
so
,
Mum
?
"
she
asked
,
nonchalantly
swinging
her
foot
.
"
I
can
never
see
it
myself
.
Dane
is
nothing
like
Luke
in
nature
or
attitude
to
life
.
"
