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"His name, Mother What's the man's name?" "Who?"

Ian controlled an explosion by sheer force of will "The ht her here"

"Oh, that I can't remember now"

"Jesus"

She frowned in concentration "No, I would remember if he'd been called Jesus I believe it started with a B Or perhaps an I?"

"Oh, Mother" He leaned forward and closed his eyes, rubbing his temples

"Why?" She didn't look at him, stared at the ribbon she worked so madly in her hands

"Who the hell is she? And where did she coet injured?"

She stopped suddenly, looked at him "Oh" Her voice was a whisper, throaty with the same shame he

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saw in her hazel eyes "He said so accident"

Disgusted, he turned away, stared dully at his patient Jesus, they ht never knoho this woman is Or was

"Hoill she live?" Maeve asked in a timid

voice