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Chapter 12
You’remyrose,themostbeautifulhumanimageandthoughtinmylife."
Downwentthecornersofhermouthagain,upshonethattense,glitteringfiercenesswiththetangofhateinit."Animage,athought!Ahumanimageandthought!Yes,that’sright,that’sallIamtoyou!You’renothingbutaromantic,dreamingfool,RalphdeBricassart!YouhavenomoreideaofwhatlifeisallaboutthanthemothIcalledyou!Nowonderyoubecameapriest!Youcouldn’tlivewiththeordinarinessoflifeifyouwereanordinarymananymorethanordinarymanLukedoes!
"Yousayyouloveme,butyouhavenoideawhatloveis;you’rejustmouthingwordsyou’vememorizedbecauseyouthinktheysoundgood!Whatfloorsmeiswhyyoumenhaven’tmanagedtodispensewithuswomenaltogether,whichiswhatyou’dliketodo,isn’tit?Youshouldworkoutawayofmarryingeachother;you’dbedivinelyhappy!"
"Meggie,don’t!Pleasedon’t!"
"Oh,goaway!Idon’twanttolookatyou!Andyou’veforgottenonethingaboutyourpreciousroses,Ralph—they’vegotnasty,hookythorns!"
Helefttheroomwithoutlookingback.
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Lukeneverbotheredtoanswerthetelegraminforminghimhewastheproudfatherofafive-poundgirlnamedJustine.SlowlyMeggiegotbetter,andthebabybegantothrive.PerhapsifMeggiecouldhavemanagedtofeedhershemighthavedevelopedmorerapportwiththescrawny,bad-temperedlittlething,butshehadabsolutelynomilkintheplenteousbreastsLukehadsolovedtosuck.That’sanironicjustice,shethought.
