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"
Did
you
ever
tell
Ralph
about
Dane
?
"
asked
Anne
;
it
was
n't
a
subject
ever
discussed
.
"
No
,
and
I
never
will
.
Never
!
"
"
They
're
so
alike
he
might
guess
.
"
"
Who
,
Ralph
?
He
'll
never
guess
!
That
much
I
'm
going
to
keep
.
I
'm
sending
him
my
son
,
but
no
more
than
that
.
I
'm
not
sending
him
his
son
.
"
"
Beware
of
the
jealousy
of
the
gods
,
Meggie
,
"
said
Anne
softly
.
"
They
might
not
have
done
with
you
yet
.
"
"
What
more
can
they
do
to
me
?
"
mourned
Meggie
.
When
Justine
heard
the
news
she
was
furious
,
though
for
the
last
three
or
four
years
she
had
had
a
sneaking
suspicion
it
was
coming
.
On
Meggie
it
burst
like
a
clap
of
thunder
,
but
on
Justine
it
descended
like
an
expected
shower
of
icy
water
.
First
of
all
,
because
Justine
had
been
at
school
in
Sydney
with
him
,
and
as
his
confidante
had
listened
to
him
talk
of
the
things
he
did
n't
mention
to
his
mother
.
Justine
knew
how
vitally
important
his
religion
was
to
Dane
;
not
only
God
,
but
the
mystical
significance
of
Catholic
rituals
.
Had
he
been
born
and
brought
up
a
Protestant
,
she
thought
,
he
was
the
type
to
have
eventually
turned
to
Catholicism
to
satisfy
something
in
his
soul
.
Not
for
Dane
an
austere
,
calvinistic
God
.
His
God
was
limned
in
stained
glass
,
wreathed
in
incense
,
wrapped
in
lace
and
gold
embroidery
,
hymned
in
musical
complexity
,
and
worshipped
in
lovely
Latin
cadences
.
Too
,
it
was
a
kind
of
ironic
perversity
that
someone
so
wonderfully
endowed
with
beauty
should
deem
it
a
crippling
handicap
,
and
deplore
its
existence
.
For
Dane
did
.
He
shrank
from
any
reference
to
his
looks
;
Justine
fancied
he
would
far
rather
have
been
born
ugly
,
totally
unprepossessing
.
