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"
No
,
"
said
Meggie
drowsily
.
"
I
'm
thinking
that
I
'm
getting
old
.
I
found
half
a
dozen
grey
hairs
this
morning
,
and
my
bones
ache
.
"
"
You
'll
never
be
old
,
Mum
,
"
he
said
comfortably
.
"
I
wish
that
were
true
,
love
,
but
unfortunately
it
is
n't
.
I
'm
beginning
to
need
the
borehead
,
which
is
a
sure
sign
of
old
age
.
"
They
were
lying
in
the
warm
winter
sun
on
towels
spread
over
the
Drogheda
grass
,
by
the
borehead
.
At
the
far
end
of
the
great
pool
boiling
water
thundered
and
splashed
,
the
reek
of
sulphur
drifted
and
floated
into
nothing
.
It
was
one
of
the
great
winter
pleasures
,
to
swim
in
the
borehead
.
All
the
aches
and
pains
of
encroaching
age
were
soothed
away
,
Meggie
thought
,
and
turned
to
lie
on
her
back
,
her
head
in
the
shade
of
the
log
on
which
she
and
Father
Ralph
had
sat
so
long
ago
.
A
very
long
time
ago
;
she
was
unable
to
conjure
up
even
a
faint
echo
of
what
she
must
have
felt
when
Ralph
had
kissed
her
.
Then
she
heard
Dane
get
up
,
and
opened
her
eyes
.
He
had
always
been
her
baby
,
her
lovely
little
boy
;
though
she
had
watched
him
change
and
grow
with
proprietary
pride
,
she
had
done
so
with
an
image
of
the
laughing
baby
superimposed
on
his
maturing
face
.
It
had
not
yet
occurred
to
her
that
actually
he
was
no
longer
in
any
way
a
child
.
However
,
the
moment
of
realization
came
to
Meggie
at
that
instant
,
watching
him
stand
outlined
against
the
crisp
sky
in
his
brief
cotton
swimsuit
.
My
God
,
it
's
all
over
!
The
babyhood
,
the
boyhood
.
He
's
a
man
.
Pride
,
resentment
,
a
female
melting
at
the
quick
,
a
terrific
consciousness
of
some
impending
tragedy
,
anger
,
adoration
,
sadness
;
all
these
and
more
Meggie
felt
,
looking
up
at
her
son
.
It
is
a
terrible
thing
to
create
a
man
,
and
more
terrible
to
create
a
man
like
this
.
So
amazingly
male
,
so
amazingly
beautiful
.
Ralph
de
Bricassart
,
plus
a
little
of
herself
.
How
could
she
not
be
moved
at
seeing
in
its
extreme
youth
the
body
of
the
man
who
had
joined
in
love
with
her
?
She
closed
her
eyes
,
embarrassed
,
hating
having
to
think
of
her
son
as
a
man
.
Did
he
look
at
her
and
see
a
woman
these
days
,
or
was
she
still
that
wonderful
cipher
,
Mum
?
God
damn
him
,
God
damn
him
!
How
dared
he
grow
up
?
"
Do
you
know
anything
about
women
,
Dane
?
"
she
asked
suddenly
,
opening
her
eyes
again
.
