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"
Jussy
,
this
is
Cardinal
de
Bricassart
!
"
Dane
said
in
a
loud
whisper
.
"
Kiss
his
ring
,
quickly
!
"
The
blind-looking
eyes
flashed
scorn
.
"
You
're
a
real
prawn
about
religion
,
Dane
,
"
she
said
without
bothering
to
lower
her
voice
.
"
Kissing
a
ring
is
unhygienic
;
I
wo
n't
do
it
.
Besides
,
how
do
we
know
this
is
Cardinal
de
Bricassart
?
He
looks
like
an
old-fashioned
grazier
to
me
.
You
know
,
like
Mr.
Gordon
.
"
"
He
is
,
he
is
!
"
insisted
Dane
.
"
Please
,
Jussy
,
be
good
!
Be
good
for
me
!
"
"
I
'll
be
good
,
but
only
for
you
.
But
I
wo
n't
kiss
his
ring
,
even
for
you
.
Disgusting
.
How
do
I
know
who
kissed
it
last
?
They
might
have
had
a
cold
.
"
"
You
do
n't
have
to
kiss
my
ring
,
Justine
.
I
'm
here
on
a
holiday
;
I
'm
not
being
a
cardinal
at
the
moment
.
"
"
That
's
good
,
because
I
'll
tell
you
frankly
,
I
'm
an
atheist
,
"
said
Meggie
Cleary
's
daughter
calmly
.
"
After
four
years
at
Kincoppal
I
think
it
's
all
a
load
of
utter
codswallop
.
"
"
That
's
your
privilege
,
"
said
Cardinal
Ralph
,
trying
desperately
to
look
as
dignified
and
serious
as
she
did
.
"
May
I
find
your
grandmother
?
"
"
Of
course
.
Do
you
need
us
?
"
Justine
asked
.
"
No
,
thank
you
.
I
know
my
way
.
"
