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Chapter 13
Shesettledinacanechair,tookthebabyfromNancyandbegantofeedherfromthebottleofLactogenNancyhadwarmed.Itwasverypleasant,lifewasverypleasant;shehaddoneherbesttomakeLukeseesense,andifshehadfailed,atleastitmeantMeggieandJustinewouldremainatHimmelhochawhilelonger.ShehadnodoubtthateventuallyMeggiewouldrealizetherewasnohopeofsalvagingherrelationshipwithLuke,andwouldthenreturntoDrogheda.ButAnnedreadedtheday.
AredEnglishsportscarroaredofftheDunnyroadandupthelong,hillydrive;itwasnewandexpensive,itsbonnetstrappeddownwithleather,itssilverexhaustsandscarletpaintworkglittering.Forawhileshedidn’trecognizethemanwhovaultedoverthelowdoor,forheworetheNorthQueenslanduniformofapairofshortsandnothingelse.Myword,whatabeautifulbloke!shethought,watchinghimappreciativelyandwithatwingeofmemoryashetookthestepstwoatatime.IwishLuddiewouldn’teatsomuch;hecoulddowithabitofthischap’scondition.Now,he’snochicken—lookatthosemarveloussilvertemples—butI’veneverseenacanecutterinbetternick.
Whenthecalm,aloofeyeslookedintohers,sherealizedwhohewas.
"MyGod!"shesaid,anddroppedthebaby’sbottle.
Heretrievedit,handedittoherandleanedagainsttheverandarailing,facingher:"It’sallright.Theteatdidn’tstriketheground;youcanfeedherwithit."
Thebabywasjustbeginningadeprivedquiver.
