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Chapter 17
I’msendinghimmyson,butnomorethanthat.I’mnotsendinghimhisson."
"Bewareofthejealousyofthegods,Meggie,"saidAnnesoftly."Theymightnothavedonewithyouyet."
"Whatmorecantheydotome?"mournedMeggie.
WhenJustineheardthenewsshewasfurious,thoughforthelastthreeorfouryearsshehadhadasneakingsuspicionitwascoming.OnMeggieitburstlikeaclapofthunder,butonJustineitdescendedlikeanexpectedshoweroficywater.
Firstofall,becauseJustinehadbeenatschoolinSydneywithhim,andashisconfidantehadlistenedtohimtalkofthethingshedidn’tmentiontohismother.JustineknewhowvitallyimportanthisreligionwastoDane;notonlyGod,butthemysticalsignificanceofCatholicrituals.HadhebeenbornandbroughtupaProtestant,shethought,hewasthetypetohaveeventuallyturnedtoCatholicismtosatisfysomethinginhissoul.NotforDaneanaustere,calvinisticGod.HisGodwaslimnedinstainedglass,wreathedinincense,wrappedinlaceandgoldembroidery,hymnedinmusicalcomplexity,andworshippedinlovelyLatincadences.
Too,itwasakindofironicperversitythatsomeonesowonderfullyendowedwithbeautyshoulddeemitacripplinghandicap,anddeploreitsexistence.ForDanedid.Heshrankfromanyreferencetohislooks;Justinefanciedhewouldfarratherhavebeenbornugly,totallyunprepossessing.
