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"
Another
twenty
years
!
"
Meggie
echoed
,
dismayed
.
"
Oh
,
it
sounds
so
long
!
"
"
Well
,
you
could
have
made
those
twenty
years
less
lonely
,
could
n't
you
?
"
Fee
asked
,
knitting
industriously
.
"
Yes
,
I
could
.
But
it
would
n't
have
been
worth
it
,
Mum
.
Would
it
?
"
She
tapped
Justine
's
letter
with
the
knob
of
one
ancient
knitting
needle
,
the
slightest
trace
of
doubt
in
her
tone
.
"
I
've
dithered
long
enough
.
Sitting
here
ever
since
Rainer
came
,
hoping
I
would
n't
need
to
do
anything
at
all
,
hoping
the
decision
would
n't
rest
with
me
.
Yet
he
was
right
.
In
the
end
,
it
's
been
for
me
to
do
.
"
"
Well
,
you
might
concede
I
did
a
bit
too
,
"
Fee
protested
,
injured
.
"
That
is
,
once
you
surrendered
enough
of
your
pride
to
tell
me
all
about
it
.
"
"
Yes
,
you
helped
,
"
said
Meggie
gently
.
The
old
clock
ticked
;
both
pairs
of
hands
continued
to
flash
about
the
tortoise-shell
stems
of
their
needles
.
"
Tell
me
something
,
Mum
,
"
said
Meggie
suddenly
.
"
Why
did
you
break
over
Dane
when
you
did
n't
over
Daddy
or
Frank
or
Stu
?
"
"
Break
?
"
Fee
's
hands
paused
,
laid
down
the
needles
:
she
could
still
knit
as
well
as
in
the
days
when
she
could
see
perfectly
.
"
How
do
you
mean
,
break
?
"
"
As
though
it
killed
you
.
"
