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Minnie
came
in
wheeling
the
tea
trolley
as
Father
de
Bricassart
said
,
"
Thank
you
,
Mary
.
"
Over
fresh
bannocks
and
anchovies
on
toast
,
Mary
Carson
sighed
.
"
Dear
Father
,
I
want
you
to
pray
especially
hard
for
me
this
morning
.
"
"
Call
me
Ralph
,
"
he
said
,
then
went
on
mischievously
,
"
I
doubt
it
's
possible
for
me
to
pray
any
harder
for
you
than
I
normally
do
,
but
I
'll
try
.
"
"
Oh
,
you
're
a
charmer
!
Or
was
that
remark
innuendo
?
I
do
n't
usually
care
for
obviousness
,
but
with
you
I
'm
never
sure
if
the
obviousness
is
n't
actually
a
cloak
for
something
deeper
.
Like
a
carrot
before
a
donkey
.
Just
what
do
you
really
think
of
me
,
Father
de
Bricassart
?
I
'll
never
know
,
because
you
'll
never
be
tactless
enough
to
tell
me
,
will
you
?
Fascinating
,
fascinating
...
But
you
must
pray
for
me
.
I
'm
old
,
and
I
've
sinned
much
.
"
"
Age
creeps
on
us
all
,
and
I
,
too
,
have
sinned
.
"
A
dry
chuckle
escaped
her
.
"
I
'd
give
a
lot
to
know
how
you
've
sinned
!
Indeed
,
indeed
I
would
.
"
She
was
silent
for
a
moment
,
then
changed
the
subject
.
"
At
this
minute
I
'm
minus
a
head
stockman
.
"
"
Again
?
"
"
Five
in
the
past
year
.
It
's
getting
hard
to
find
a
decent
man
.
"
"
Well
,
rumor
hath
it
you
're
not
exactly
a
generous
or
a
considerate
employer
.
"
"
Oh
,
impudent
!
"
she
gasped
,
laughing
.
"
Who
bought
you
a
brand-new
Daimler
so
you
would
n't
have
to
ride
?
"
