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"
Oh
,
that
was
just
a
red
herring
to
lull
you
into
a
false
sense
of
security
while
I
made
my
plans
.
But
now
it
's
all
set
,
so
I
can
tell
you
.
"
Meggie
's
head
came
up
from
her
task
,
cutting
fir-tree
shapes
in
cookie
dough
;
Mrs.
Smith
was
ill
and
they
were
helping
out
in
the
cookhouse
.
She
regarded
her
daughter
wearily
,
impatiently
,
helplessly
.
What
could
one
do
with
someone
like
Justine
?
If
she
announced
she
was
going
off
to
train
as
a
whore
in
a
Sydney
bordello
,
Meggie
very
much
doubted
whether
she
could
be
turned
aside
.
Dear
,
horrible
Justine
,
queen
among
juggernauts
.
"
Go
on
,
I
'm
all
agog
,
"
she
said
,
and
went
back
to
producing
cookies
.
"
I
'm
going
to
be
an
actress
.
"
"
A
what
?
"
"
An
actress
.
"
"
Good
Lord
!
"
The
fir
trees
were
abandoned
again
.
"
Look
,
Justine
,
I
hate
to
be
a
spoilsport
and
truly
I
do
n't
mean
to
hurt
your
feelings
,
but
do
you
think
you
're
--
well
,
quite
physically
equipped
to
be
an
actress
?
"
"
Oh
,
Mum
!
"
said
Justine
,
disgusted
.
"
Not
a
film
star
;
an
actress
!
I
do
n't
want
to
wiggle
my
hips
and
stick
out
my
breasts
and
pout
my
wet
lips
!
I
want
to
act
.
"
She
was
pushing
chunks
of
defatted
beef
into
the
corning
barrel
.
"
I
have
enough
money
to
support
myself
during
whatever
sort
of
training
I
choose
,
is
n't
that
right
?
"
"
Yes
,
thanks
to
Cardinal
de
Bricassart
.
"
"
Then
it
's
all
settled
.
