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Twice
she
tried
to
go
home
to
Drogheda
on
a
visit
,
the
second
time
even
going
so
far
as
to
pay
for
her
plane
ticket
.
Each
time
an
enormously
important
last-minute
reason
why
she
could
n't
go
cropped
up
,
but
she
knew
the
real
reason
to
be
a
combination
of
guilt
and
cowardice
.
She
just
was
n't
able
to
nerve
herself
to
confront
her
mother
;
to
do
so
meant
the
whole
sorry
tale
would
come
out
,
probably
in
the
midst
of
a
noisy
storm
of
grief
she
had
so
far
managed
to
avoid
.
The
Drogheda
people
,
especially
her
mother
,
must
continue
to
go
about
secure
in
their
conviction
that
Justine
at
any
rate
was
all
right
,
that
Justine
had
survived
it
relatively
unscathed
.
So
,
better
to
stay
away
from
Drogheda
.
Much
better
.
*
*
*
Meggie
caught
herself
on
a
sigh
,
suppressed
it
.
If
her
bones
did
n't
ache
so
much
she
might
have
saddled
a
horse
and
ridden
,
but
today
the
mere
thought
of
it
was
painful
.
Some
other
time
,
when
her
arthritis
did
n't
make
its
presence
felt
so
cruelly
.
She
heard
a
car
,
the
thump
of
the
brass
ram
's
head
on
the
front
door
,
heard
voices
murmuring
,
her
mother
's
tones
,
footsteps
.
Not
Justine
,
so
what
did
it
matter
?
"
Meggie
,
"
said
Fee
from
the
veranda
entrance
,
"
we
have
a
visitor
.
Could
you
come
inside
,
please
?
"
The
visitor
was
a
distinguished-looking
fellow
in
early
middle
age
,
though
he
might
have
been
younger
than
he
appeared
.
Very
different
from
any
man
she
had
ever
seen
,
except
that
he
possessed
the
same
sort
of
power
and
self-confidence
Ralph
used
to
have
.
Used
to
have
.
That
most
final
of
tenses
,
now
truly
final
.
"
Meggie
,
this
is
Mr.
Rainer
Hartheim
,
"
said
Fee
,
standing
beside
her
chair
.
"
Oh
!
"
exclaimed
Meggie
involuntarily
,
very
surprised
at
the
look
of
the
Rain
who
had
figured
so
largely
in
Justine
's
letters
from
the
old
days
.
Then
,
remembering
her
manners
,
"
Do
sit
down
,
Mr.
Hartheim
.
"
He
too
was
staring
,
startled
.
"
You
're
not
a
bit
like
Justine
!
"
he
said
rather
blankly
.
