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When
Meggie
came
into
the
room
Cardinal
Ralph
hardly
knew
her
.
It
was
thirteen
years
since
he
had
last
seen
her
;
she
was
fifty-three
and
he
was
seventy-one
.
Both
of
them
aged
now
,
instead
of
only
him
.
Her
face
had
n't
changed
so
much
as
settled
,
and
into
a
mold
unlike
the
one
he
had
given
her
in
his
imagination
.
Substitute
a
trenchant
incisiveness
for
sweetness
,
a
touch
of
iron
for
softness
;
she
resembled
a
vigorous
,
aging
,
willful
martyr
rather
than
the
resigned
,
contemplative
saint
of
his
dreams
.
Her
beauty
was
as
striking
as
ever
,
her
eyes
still
that
clear
silvery
grey
,
but
both
had
hardened
,
and
the
once
vivid
hair
had
faded
to
a
drab
beige
,
like
Dane
's
without
the
life
.
Most
disconcerting
of
all
,
she
would
n't
look
at
him
for
long
enough
to
satisfy
his
eager
and
loving
curiosity
.
Unable
to
greet
this
Meggie
naturally
,
he
stiffly
indicated
a
chair
.
"
Please
sit
down
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
"
she
said
,
equally
stilted
.
It
was
only
when
she
was
seated
and
he
could
gaze
down
upon
her
whole
person
that
he
noticed
how
visibly
swollen
her
feet
and
ankles
were
.
"
Meggie
!
Have
you
flown
all
the
way
through
from
Australia
without
breaking
your
journey
?
What
's
the
matter
?
"
"
Yes
,
I
did
fly
straight
through
,
"
she
said
.
"
For
the
past
twenty-nine
hours
I
've
been
sitting
in
planes
between
Gilly
and
Rome
,
with
nothing
to
do
except
stare
out
the
window
at
the
clouds
,
and
think
.
"
Her
voice
was
harsh
,
cold
.
"
What
's
the
matter
?
"
he
repeated
impatiently
,
anxious
and
fearful
.
She
lifted
her
gaze
from
her
feet
and
looked
at
him
steadily
.
There
was
something
awful
in
her
eyes
;
something
so
dark
and
chilling
that
the
skin
on
the
back
of
his
neck
crawled
and
automatically
he
put
his
hand
up
to
stroke
it
.
"
Dane
is
dead
,
"
said
Meggie
.
