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"
What
right
have
you
to
judge
what
Justine
is
or
is
n't
?
"
she
asked
angrily
.
"
After
all
,
you
said
yourself
that
you
have
n't
seen
her
since
before
Dane
died
,
and
that
's
two
years
ago
!
"
"
Yes
,
you
're
right
.
It
's
all
of
two
years
ago
.
"
He
spoke
more
gently
,
realizing
afresh
what
her
life
must
be
like
.
"
You
bear
it
very
well
,
Mrs.
O'Neill
.
"
"
Do
I
?
"
she
asked
,
tightly
trying
to
smile
,
her
eyes
never
leaving
his
.
Suddenly
he
began
to
understand
what
the
Cardinal
must
have
seen
in
her
to
have
loved
her
so
much
.
It
was
n't
in
Justine
,
but
then
he
himself
was
no
Cardinal
Ralph
;
he
looked
for
different
things
.
"
Yes
,
you
bear
it
very
well
,
"
he
repeated
.
She
caught
the
undertone
at
once
,
and
flinched
.
"
How
do
you
know
about
Dane
and
Ralph
?
"
she
asked
unsteadily
.
"
I
guessed
.
Do
n't
worry
,
Mrs.
O'Neill
,
nobody
else
did
.
I
guessed
because
I
knew
the
Cardinal
long
before
I
met
Dane
.
In
Rome
everyone
thought
the
Cardinal
was
your
brother
,
Dane
's
uncle
,
but
Justine
disillusioned
me
about
that
the
first
time
I
ever
met
her
.
"
"
Justine
?
Not
Justine
!
"
Meggie
cried
.
He
reached
out
to
take
her
hand
,
beating
frantically
against
her
knee
.
"
No
,
no
,
no
,
Mrs.
O'Neill
!
Justine
has
absolutely
no
idea
of
it
,
and
I
pray
she
never
will
!
Her
slip
was
quite
unintentional
,
believe
me
.
"
