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"
You
're
as
sentimental
as
ever
.
Age
suits
you
,
Ralph
.
I
knew
it
would
,
I
hoped
I
'd
have
the
chance
to
see
it
.
Thirty
years
I
've
known
you
!
It
seems
like
thirty
days
.
"
"
Thirty
years
?
As
many
as
that
?
"
"
I
'm
forty-one
,
my
dear
,
so
it
must
be
.
"
She
got
to
her
feet
.
"
I
was
officially
sent
to
summon
you
inside
.
Mrs.
Smith
is
laying
on
a
splendid
tea
in
your
honor
,
and
later
on
when
it
's
a
bit
cooler
there
's
to
be
roast
leg
of
pork
,
with
lots
of
crackling
.
"
He
began
to
walk
with
her
,
slowly
.
"
Your
son
laughs
just
like
you
,
Meggie
.
His
laugh
was
the
first
human
noise
I
heard
on
Drogheda
.
I
thought
he
was
you
;
I
went
to
find
you
and
I
discovered
him
instead
.
"
"
So
he
was
the
first
person
you
saw
on
Drogheda
.
"
"
Why
,
yes
,
I
suppose
he
was
.
"
"
What
did
you
think
of
him
,
Ralph
?
"
she
asked
eagerly
.
"
I
liked
him
.
How
could
I
not
,
when
he
's
your
son
?
But
I
was
attracted
to
him
very
strongly
,
far
more
so
than
to
your
daughter
.
She
does
n't
like
me
,
either
.
"
"
Justine
might
be
my
child
,
but
she
's
a
prize
bitch
.
I
've
learned
to
swear
in
my
old
age
,
mostly
thanks
to
Justine
.
And
you
,
a
little
.
And
Luke
,
a
little
.
And
the
war
,
a
little
.
Funny
how
they
all
mount
up
.
"
