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"
Well
,
"
said
Meggie
to
her
mother
,
"
I
hope
we
've
done
the
right
thing
.
"
Fee
peered
at
her
,
nodded
.
"
Oh
,
yes
,
I
'm
sure
of
it
.
The
trouble
with
Justine
is
that
she
is
n't
capable
of
making
a
decision
like
this
,
so
we
do
n't
have
any
choice
.
We
must
make
it
for
her
.
"
"
I
'm
not
sure
I
like
playing
God
.
I
think
I
know
what
she
really
wants
to
do
,
but
even
if
I
could
tax
her
with
it
face
to
face
,
she
'd
prevaricate
.
"
"
The
Cleary
pride
,
"
said
Fee
,
smiling
faintly
.
"
It
does
crop
up
in
the
most
unexpected
people
.
"
"
Go
on
,
it
's
not
all
Cleary
pride
!
I
've
always
fancied
there
was
a
little
dash
of
Armstrong
in
it
as
well
.
"
But
Fee
shook
her
head
.
"
No
.
Whyever
I
did
what
I
did
,
pride
hardly
entered
into
it
.
That
's
the
purpose
of
old
age
,
Meggie
.
To
give
us
a
breathing
space
before
we
die
,
in
which
to
see
why
we
did
what
we
did
.
"
"
Provided
senility
does
n't
render
us
incapable
first
,
"
said
Meggie
dryly
.
"
Not
that
there
's
any
danger
of
that
in
you
.
Nor
in
me
,
I
suppose
.
"
"
Maybe
senility
's
a
mercy
shown
to
those
who
could
n't
face
retrospection
.
Anyway
,
you
're
not
old
enough
yet
to
say
you
've
avoided
senility
.
Give
it
another
twenty
years
.
"
