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"
You
did
rather
drop
it
on
me
like
a
rock
.
"
His
eyes
cleared
,
regarded
her
doubtfully
.
Why
had
he
imagined
he
killed
her
?
Those
were
Mum
's
eyes
as
he
had
always
known
them
;
full
of
love
,
very
much
alive
.
The
strong
young
arms
gathered
her
close
,
hugged
her
.
"
You
're
sure
you
do
n't
mind
?
"
"
Mind
?
A
good
Catholic
mother
mind
her
son
becoming
a
priest
?
Impossible
!
"
She
jumped
to
her
feet
.
"
Brr
!
How
cold
it
's
got
!
Let
's
be
getting
back
.
"
They
had
n't
taken
the
horses
,
but
a
jeeplike
Land-Rover
;
Dane
climbed
behind
the
wheel
,
his
mother
sat
beside
him
.
"
Do
you
know
where
you
're
going
?
"
asked
Meggie
,
drawing
in
a
sobbing
breath
,
pushing
the
tumbled
hair
out
of
her
eyes
.
"
Saint
Patrick
's
College
,
I
suppose
.
At
least
until
I
find
my
feet
.
Perhaps
then
I
'll
espouse
an
order
.
I
'd
rather
like
to
be
a
Jesuit
,
but
I
'm
not
quite
sure
enough
of
that
to
go
straight
into
the
Society
of
Jesus
.
"
Meggie
stared
at
the
tawny
grass
bouncing
up
and
down
through
the
insect-spattered
windscreen
.
"
I
have
a
much
better
idea
,
Dane
.
"
"
Oh
?
"
He
had
to
concentrate
on
driving
;
the
track
dwindled
a
bit
and
there
were
always
new
logs
across
it
.
"
I
shall
send
you
to
Rome
,
to
Cardinal
de
Bricassart
.
You
remember
him
,
do
n't
you
?
"
"
Do
I
remember
him
?
What
a
question
,
Mum
!
I
do
n't
think
I
could
forget
him
in
a
million
years
.
He
's
my
example
of
the
perfect
priest
.
If
I
could
be
the
priest
he
is
,
I
'd
be
very
happy
.
"
