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Or
is
it
that
beautiful
men
find
the
priesthood
a
refuge
from
the
consequences
of
their
looks
?
I
'll
bet
the
girls
in
Gilly
just
eat
their
hearts
out
over
you
.
"
"
I
learned
long
ago
not
to
take
any
notice
of
love-sick
girls
.
"
He
laughed
.
"
Any
priest
under
fifty
is
a
target
for
some
of
them
,
and
a
priest
under
thirty-five
is
usually
a
target
for
all
of
them
.
But
it
's
only
the
Protestant
girls
who
openly
try
to
seduce
me
.
"
"
You
never
answer
my
questions
outright
,
do
you
?
"
Straightening
,
she
laid
her
palm
on
his
chest
and
held
it
there
.
"
You
're
a
sybarite
,
Ralph
,
you
lie
in
the
sun
.
Are
you
as
brown
all
over
?
"
Smiling
,
he
leaned
his
head
forward
,
then
laughed
into
her
hair
,
his
hands
unbuttoning
the
cotton
drawers
;
as
they
fell
to
the
ground
he
kicked
them
away
,
standing
like
a
Praxiteles
statue
while
she
toured
all
the
way
around
him
,
taking
her
time
and
looking
.
The
last
two
days
had
exhilarated
him
,
so
did
the
sudden
awareness
that
she
was
perhaps
more
vulnerable
than
he
had
imagined
;
but
he
knew
her
,
and
he
felt
quite
safe
in
asking
,
"
Do
you
want
me
to
make
love
to
you
,
Mary
?
"
She
eyed
his
flaccid
penis
,
snorting
with
laughter
.
"
I
would
n't
dream
of
putting
you
to
so
much
trouble
!
Do
you
need
women
,
Ralph
?
"
His
head
reared
back
scornfully
.
"
No
!
"
"
Men
?
"
"
They
're
worse
than
women
.
No
,
I
do
n't
need
them
.
"
"
How
about
yourself
?
"
