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"
Oh
,
do
get
up
,
Justine
!
"
Instead
she
defiantly
curled
her
feet
under
her
and
leaned
against
the
wall
to
one
side
of
the
fireplace
,
stroking
Natasha
.
She
had
discovered
on
her
arrival
that
after
Cardinal
Vittorio
's
death
Rain
had
taken
his
cat
;
he
seemed
very
fond
of
it
,
though
it
was
old
and
rather
crotchety
.
"
Did
I
tell
you
I
was
going
home
to
Drogheda
for
good
?
"
she
asked
suddenly
.
He
was
taking
a
cigarette
out
of
his
case
;
the
big
hands
did
n't
falter
or
tremble
,
but
proceeded
smoothly
with
their
task
.
"
You
know
very
well
you
did
n't
tell
me
,
"
he
said
.
"
Then
I
'm
telling
you
now
.
"
"
When
did
you
come
to
this
decision
?
"
"
Five
days
ago
.
I
'm
leaving
at
the
end
of
this
week
,
I
hope
.
It
ca
n't
come
soon
enough
.
"
"
I
see
.
"
"
Is
that
all
you
've
got
to
say
about
it
?
"
"
What
else
is
there
to
say
,
except
that
I
wish
you
happiness
in
whatever
you
do
?
"
He
spoke
with
such
complete
composure
she
winced
.
