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Chapter 9
Pleasetakeit,Father."
"MynameisRalph,"hesaid.Heopenedhislittlesacramentcaseandtookoutthebigmissalwhichwashisownproperty,boundincostlymother-of-pearl.Hisdeadfatherhadgivenittohimathisordination,thirteenlongyearsago.Thepagesfellopenatagreatthickwhiteribbon;heturnedoverseveralmore,laidtherosedown,andshutthebookuponit."Doyouwantakeepsakefromme,Meggie,isthatit?"
"Yes."
"Iwon’tgiveyouone.Iwantyoutoforgetme,Iwantyoutolookaroundyourworldandfindsomegoodkindman,marryhim,havethebabiesyouwantsomuch.You’reabornmother.Youmustn’tclingtome,itisn’tright.IcanneverleavetheChurch,andI’mgoingtobecompletelyhonestwithyou,foryourownsake.Idon’twanttoleavetheChurch,becauseIdon’tloveyouthewayahusbandwill,doyouunderstand?Forgetme,Meggie!"
"Won’tyoukissmegoodbye?"
Foranswerhepulledhimselfuponthepublican’sbayandwalkedittothedoorbeforeputtingonthepublican’soldfelthat.Hisblueeyesflashedamoment,thenthehorsemovedoutintotherainandslitheredreluctantlyupthetracktowardGilly.Shedidnotattempttofollowhim,butstayedinthegloomofthedampstable,breathinginthesmellsofhorsedungandhay;itremindedherofthebarninNewZealand,andofFrank.
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ThirtyhourslaterFatherRalphwalkedintotheArchbishopPapalLegate’schamber,crossedtheroomtokisshismaster’sring,andflunghimselfwearilyintoachair.
