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"
I
'll
wait
for
Frank
,
"
she
whispered
,
leaning
against
his
side
,
so
grateful
for
his
calmness
and
sympathy
.
"
I
wonder
why
you
tug
so
at
my
nonexistent
heart
?
"
he
mused
,
deeming
her
too
sick
and
miserable
to
listen
but
needing
to
voice
his
thoughts
aloud
,
as
do
so
many
people
who
lead
a
solitary
life
.
"
You
do
n't
remind
me
of
my
mother
and
I
never
had
a
sister
,
and
I
wish
I
knew
what
it
was
about
you
and
your
wretched
family
...
Have
you
had
a
hard
life
,
my
little
Meggie
?
"
Frank
came
out
of
the
tent
,
a
piece
of
sticking
plaster
over
his
eye
,
dabbing
at
his
torn
lip
.
For
the
first
time
since
Father
Ralph
had
met
him
,
he
looked
happy
;
the
way
most
men
did
after
what
one
knew
was
a
good
night
in
bed
with
a
woman
,
thought
the
priest
.
"
What
's
Meggie
doing
here
?
"
he
snarled
,
not
quite
down
from
the
exaltation
of
the
ring
.
"
Short
of
binding
her
hand
and
foot
,
not
to
mention
gagging
her
,
there
was
no
way
I
could
keep
her
out
,
"
said
Father
Ralph
tartly
,
not
pleased
at
having
to
justify
himself
,
but
not
sure
Frank
would
n't
have
a
go
at
him
,
too
.
He
was
n't
in
the
least
afraid
of
Frank
,
but
he
was
afraid
of
creating
a
scene
in
public
.
"
She
was
frightened
for
you
,
Frank
;
she
wanted
to
be
near
enough
to
you
to
see
for
herself
that
you
were
all
right
.
Do
n't
be
angry
with
her
;
she
's
upset
enough
already
.
"
"
Do
n't
you
dare
let
Daddy
know
you
were
within
a
mile
of
this
place
,
"
Frank
said
to
Meggie
.
"
Do
you
mind
if
we
cut
the
rest
of
our
tour
short
?
"
the
priest
asked
.
"
I
think
we
could
all
do
with
a
rest
and
a
cup
of
tea
at
the
presbytery
.
"
He
pinched
the
tip
of
Meggie
's
nose
.
"
And
you
,
young
lady
,
could
do
with
a
good
wash
.
"
*
*
*
Paddy
had
had
a
tormenting
day
with
his
sister
,
at
her
beck
and
call
in
a
way
Fee
never
demanded
,
helping
her
pick
her
fastidious
,
cross-patch
way
through
the
Gilly
mud
in
imported
guipure
lace
shoes
,
smiling
and
chatting
with
the
people
she
greeted
royally
,
standing
by
her
side
as
she
presented
the
emerald
bracelet
to
the
winner
of
the
principal
race
,
the
Gillanbone
Trophy
.
Why
they
had
to
spend
all
the
prize
money
on
a
woman
's
trinket
instead
of
handing
over
a
gold-plated
cup
and
a
nice
bundle
of
cash
was
beyond
him
,
for
he
did
not
understand
the
keenly
amateur
nature
of
the
race
meeting
,
the
inference
that
the
people
who
entered
horses
did
n't
need
vulgar
money
,
instead
could
carelessly
toss
the
winnings
to
the
little
woman
.
Horry
Hopeton
,
whose
bay
gelding
King
Edward
had
won
the
emerald
bracelet
,
already
possessed
a
ruby
,
a
diamond
and
a
sapphire
bracelet
from
other
years
;
he
had
a
wife
and
five
daughters
and
said
he
could
n't
stop
until
he
had
won
six
bracelets
.
