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"
Twenty-two
.
"
"
Oh
,
yes
!
Have
you
ever
been
away
from
your
people
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
Have
you
even
been
to
a
dance
,
had
a
girlfriend
?
"
"
No
.
"
Frank
refused
to
give
him
his
title
.
"
Then
he
'll
not
hold
you
much
longer
.
"
"
He
'll
hold
me
until
I
die
.
"
Father
Ralph
yawned
,
and
composed
himself
for
sleep
.
"
Good
night
,
"
he
said
.
In
the
morning
the
clouds
were
lower
,
but
the
rain
held
off
all
day
and
they
got
the
second
paddock
cleared
.
A
slight
ridge
ran
clear
across
Drogheda
from
northeast
to
southwest
;
it
was
in
these
paddocks
the
stock
were
concentrated
,
where
they
had
higher
ground
to
seek
if
the
water
rose
above
the
escarpments
of
the
creek
and
the
Barwon
.
The
rain
began
almost
on
nightfall
,
as
Frank
and
the
priest
hurried
at
a
fast
trot
toward
the
creek
ford
below
the
head
stockman
's
house
.
