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The
Cleary
men
came
into
the
room
together
,
and
that
was
very
hard
,
for
they
had
n't
forgiven
him
at
all
.
Frank
knew
why
;
it
was
the
way
he
had
hurt
their
mother
.
But
he
did
n't
know
of
anything
to
say
which
would
make
them
understand
any
of
it
,
nor
could
he
tell
them
of
the
pain
,
the
loneliness
,
or
beg
forgiveness
.
The
only
one
who
really
mattered
was
his
mother
,
and
she
had
never
thought
there
was
anything
to
forgive
.
It
was
the
Cardinal
who
tried
to
hold
the
evening
together
,
who
led
the
conversation
round
the
dinner
table
and
then
afterward
back
in
the
drawing
room
,
chatting
with
diplomatic
ease
and
making
a
special
point
of
including
Frank
in
the
gathering
.
"
Bob
,
I
've
meant
to
ask
you
ever
since
I
arrived
--
where
are
the
rabbits
?
"
the
Cardinal
asked
.
"
I
've
seen
millions
of
burrows
,
but
nary
a
rabbit
.
"
"
The
rabbits
are
all
dead
,
"
Bob
answered
.
"
Dead
?
"
"
That
's
right
,
from
something
called
myxomatosis
.
Between
the
rabbits
and
the
drought
years
,
Australia
was
just
about
finished
as
a
primary
producing
nation
by
nineteen
forty-seven
.
We
were
desperate
,
"
said
Bob
,
warming
to
his
theme
and
grateful
to
have
something
to
discuss
which
would
exclude
Frank
.
At
which
point
Frank
unwittingly
antagonized
his
next
brother
by
saying
,
"
I
knew
it
was
bad
,
but
not
as
bad
as
all
that
.
"
He
sat
back
,
hoping
he
had
pleased
the
Cardinal
by
contributing
his
mite
to
the
discussion
.
"
Well
,
I
'm
not
exaggerating
,
believe
me
!
"
said
Bob
tartly
;
how
would
Frank
know
?
"
What
happened
?
"
the
Cardinal
asked
quickly
.
