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"
I
said
,
Dane
was
your
son
too
.
When
I
left
Matlock
Island
I
was
pregnant
.
Dane
was
yours
,
not
Luke
O'Neill
's
.
"
"
It
--
is
n't
--
true
!
"
"
I
never
intended
you
to
know
,
even
now
,
"
she
said
.
"
Would
I
lie
to
you
?
"
"
To
get
Dane
back
?
Yes
,
"
he
said
faintly
.
She
got
up
,
came
to
stand
over
him
in
the
red
brocade
chair
,
took
his
thin
,
parchmentlike
hand
in
hers
,
bent
and
kissed
the
ring
,
the
breath
of
her
voice
misting
its
ruby
to
milky
dullness
.
"
By
all
that
you
hold
holy
,
Ralph
,
I
swear
that
Dane
was
your
son
.
He
was
not
and
could
not
have
been
Luke
's
.
By
his
death
I
swear
it
.
"
There
was
a
wail
,
the
sound
of
a
soul
passing
between
the
portals
of
Hell
.
Ralph
de
Bricassart
fell
forward
out
of
the
chair
and
wept
,
huddled
on
the
crimson
carpet
in
a
scarlet
pool
like
new
blood
,
his
face
hidden
in
his
folded
arms
,
his
hands
clutching
at
his
hair
.
"
Yes
,
cry
!
"
said
Meggie
.
"
Cry
,
now
that
you
know
!
It
's
right
that
one
of
his
parents
be
able
to
shed
tears
for
him
.
Cry
,
Ralph
!
For
twenty-six
years
I
had
your
son
and
you
did
n't
even
know
it
,
you
could
n't
even
see
it
.
Could
n't
see
that
he
was
you
all
over
again
!
When
my
mother
took
him
from
me
at
birth
she
knew
,
but
you
never
did
.
Your
hands
,
your
feet
,
your
face
,
your
eyes
,
your
body
.
Only
the
color
of
his
hair
was
his
own
;
all
the
rest
was
you
.
Do
you
understand
now
?
When
I
sent
him
here
to
you
,
I
said
it
in
my
letter
.
'
What
I
stole
,
I
give
back
.
'
Remember
?
Only
we
both
stole
,
Ralph
.
We
stole
what
you
had
vowed
to
God
,
and
we
've
both
had
to
pay
.
"
She
sat
in
her
chair
,
implacable
and
unpitying
,
and
watched
the
scarlet
form
in
its
agony
on
the
floor
.
"
I
loved
you
,
Ralph
,
but
you
were
never
mine
.
What
I
had
of
you
,
I
was
driven
to
steal
.
Dane
was
my
part
,
all
I
could
get
from
you
.
I
vowed
you
'd
never
know
,
I
vowed
you
'd
never
have
the
chance
to
take
him
away
from
me
.
And
then
he
gave
himself
to
you
,
of
his
own
free
will
.
The
image
of
the
perfect
priest
,
he
called
you
.
What
a
laugh
I
had
over
that
one
!
But
not
for
anything
would
I
have
given
you
a
weapon
like
knowing
he
was
yours
.
Except
for
this
.
Except
for
this
!
For
nothing
less
would
I
have
told
you
.
Though
I
do
n't
suppose
it
matters
now
.
He
does
n't
belong
to
either
of
us
anymore
.
He
belongs
to
God
.
"
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