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Chapter 7
Oh,God.Youdisgustingoldspider.You’vewon,butwhatavictory.Thetriumphofonedisintegratingcaricatureofhumanityoveranother.Youcan’tdefeatmyMeggie,norcanyoutakefromherwhatwasneveryours.ImightburninHellalongsideyou,butIknowtheHellthey’vegotplannedforyou:toseemyindifferencetoyoupersistaswerotawaytogetherthroughalleternity…
Paddywaswaitingforhiminthehalldownstairs,lookingsickandbewildered.
"Oh,Father!"hesaid,comingforward."Isn’tthisawful?Whatashock!Ineverexpectedhertogooutlikethis;shewassowelllastnight!DearGod,whatamIgoingtodo?"
"Haveyouseenher?"
"Heavenhelpme,yes!"
"Thenyouknowwhathastobedone.I’veneverseenacorpsedecomposesofast.Ifyoudon’tgetherdecentlyintosomesortofcontainerwithinthenextfewhoursyou’llhavetopourherintoapetroldrum.She’llhavetobeburiedfirstthinginthemorning.Don’twastetimebeautifyinghercoffin;coveritwithrosesfromthegardenorsomething.Butgetamoveon,man!I’mgoingintoGillyforvestments."
"Getbackassoonasyoucan,Father!"Paddypleaded.
ButFatherRalphwasratherlongerthanasimplevisittothepresbyterydemanded.BeforeheturnedhiscarinthatdirectionhedrovedownoneofGillanbone’smoreprosperoussidestreets,toafairlypretentiousdwellingsurroundedbyawell-laid-outgarden.
HarryGoughwasjustsittingdowntohisdinner,butcameintotheparlorwhenthemaidtoldhimwhohadcalled.
