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He
laughed
,
looking
at
her
in
admiration
tinged
with
envy
.
She
was
a
remarkable
woman
.
Her
widowhood
was
thirty-three
years
old
and
her
only
child
,
a
son
,
had
died
in
infancy
.
Because
of
her
peculiar
status
in
the
Gillanbone
community
she
had
not
availed
herself
of
any
of
the
overtures
made
to
her
by
the
more
ambitious
males
of
her
acquaintance
;
as
Michael
Carson
's
widow
she
was
indisputably
a
queen
,
but
as
someone
's
wife
she
passed
control
of
all
she
had
to
that
someone
.
Not
Mary
Carson
's
idea
of
living
,
to
play
second
fiddle
.
So
she
had
abjured
the
flesh
,
preferring
to
wield
power
;
it
was
inconceivable
that
she
should
take
a
lover
,
for
when
it
came
to
gossip
Gillanbone
was
as
receptive
as
a
wire
to
an
electrical
current
.
To
prove
herself
human
and
weak
was
not
a
part
of
her
obsession
.
But
now
she
was
old
enough
to
be
officially
beyond
the
drives
of
the
body
.
If
the
new
young
priest
was
assiduous
in
his
duties
to
her
and
she
rewarded
him
with
little
gifts
like
a
car
,
it
was
not
at
all
incongruous
.
A
staunch
pillar
of
the
Church
all
her
life
,
she
had
supported
her
parish
and
its
spiritual
leader
in
fitting
fashion
even
when
Father
Kelly
had
hiccuped
his
way
through
the
Mass.
.
She
was
not
alone
in
feeling
charitably
inclined
toward
Father
Kelly
's
successor
;
Father
Ralph
de
Bricassart
was
deservedly
popular
with
every
member
of
his
flock
,
rich
or
poor
.
If
his
more
remote
parishioners
could
not
get
into
Gilly
to
see
him
,
he
went
to
them
,
and
until
Mary
Carson
had
given
him
his
car
he
had
gone
on
horseback
.
His
patience
and
kindness
had
brought
him
liking
from
all
and
sincere
love
from
some
;
Martin
King
of
Bugela
had
expensively
refurnished
the
presbytery
,
Dominic
O'Rourke
of
Dibban-Dibban
paid
the
salary
of
a
good
housekeeper
.
So
from
the
pedestal
of
her
age
and
her
position
Mary
Carson
felt
quite
safe
in
enjoying
Father
Ralph
;
she
liked
matching
her
wits
against
a
brain
as
intelligent
as
her
own
,
she
liked
outguessing
him
because
she
was
never
sure
she
actually
did
outguess
him
.
"
Getting
back
to
what
you
were
saying
about
Gilly
not
being
the
epicenter
of
the
Archbishop
Papal
Legate
's
map
,
"
she
said
,
settling
deeply
into
her
chair
,
"
what
do
you
think
would
shake
the
reverend
gentleman
sufficiently
to
make
Gilly
the
pivot
of
his
world
?
"
The
priest
smiled
ruefully
.
"
Impossible
to
say
.
A
coup
of
some
sort
?
The
sudden
saving
of
a
thousand
souls
,
a
sudden
capacity
to
heal
the
lame
and
the
blind
...
But
the
age
of
miracles
is
past
.
"
"
Oh
,
come
now
,
I
doubt
that
!
It
's
just
that
He
's
altered
His
technique
.
These
days
He
uses
money
.
"
"
What
a
cynic
you
are
!
Maybe
that
's
why
I
like
you
so
much
,
Mrs.
Carson
.
"
"
My
name
is
Mary
.
Please
call
me
Mary
.
"
