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Chapter 7
Noneofthemournershadanyintentionofgoinghomeyet,hencethepretenseateating;theywantedtobeonhandtoseewhatPaddylookedlikewhenhecameoutafterthereadingofthewill.Todohimandhisfamilyjustice,theyhadn’tcomportedthemselvesduringthefuneralasifconsciousoftheirelevatedstatus.Asgood-heartedasever,Paddyhadweptforhissister,andFeelookedexactlyasshealwaysdid,asifshedidn’tcarewhathappenedtoher.
"Paddy,Iwantyoutocontest,"HarryGoughsaidafterhehadreadtheamazingdocumentthroughinahard,indignantvoice.
"Thewickedoldbitch!"saidMrs.Smith;thoughshelikedthepriest,shewasfonderbyfaroftheClearys.Theyhadbroughtbabiesandchildrenintoherlife.
ButPaddyshookhishead."No,Harry!Icouldn’tdothat.Thepropertywashers,wasn’tit?Shewasquiteentitledtodowhatshelikedwithit.IfshewantedtheChurchtohaveit,shewantedtheChurchtohaveit.Idon’tdenyit’sabitofadisappointment,butI’mjustanordinarysortofchap,soperhapsit’sforthebest.Idon’tthinkI’dliketheresponsibilityofowningapropertythesizeofDrogheda."
"Youdon’tunderstand,Paddy!"thelawyersaidinaslow,distinctvoice,asifhewereexplainingtoachild."Itisn’tjustDroghedaI’mtalkingabout.Droghedawastheleastpartofwhatyoursisterhadtoleave,believeme.
