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Updated: May 3, 2025
Social restraints were gone; equality ruled the road; all men were brothers, and friendships of ten minutes' standing were as sacred as the ties of kinship. The night was young, but already turbulent. The hot wind had passed, and the air was sweet and free from dust. As he moved along the street, Done's ear caught the squeak and the twang of fiddle and banjo coming through the confusion of voices.
When the girl crossed the moonlit deck to Done's side, the sailors drifted away out of earshot, and inquisitive eyes could not turn in Jim's direction without provoking a profane reproof. Done's heart beat heavily as the slim, dark figure faced him, extending a trembling hand. 'I am Lucy Woodrow, she said in a voice little above a whisper. 'Yes, he answered simply.
"There's the desk open for you," he said, as he brought the top of the stool with a strong blow against the lid, and burst the lock with a great crash. "My eyes! we shall get into a row," said Franklin, opening his eyes to illustrate his exclamation. "Well, what's done's done; let's all take our share," said Anthony, diving his hand into the desk.
Her respect for Joan began to increase when she realized that the money was hers. Probably there was even more where that came from. "Anyway," she reflected, "it ban't no use cryin' ower spilt milk. What's done's done. An' a thousand pounds'll go long ways to softenin' the road. She might travel up-long to Truro to my cousin an' bide quiet theer till arter, an' no harm done, poor lass.
"Everything you've done's between you an' God A'mighty. I 'ain't got nothin' to tell!" Then she went out, and, deftly unharnessing the horse, put him in her little shed, and gave him a feed of oats. The hens had gone to bed without their supper. "No matter, biddies," she said, conversationally, as she passed their roost. "I'll make it up to you in the mornin'!"
Says Lucy demurely: "Now you know why I read History, and that sort of books." "Do I?" replies Berry. "Belike I do. Since what you done's so good, my darlin', I'm agreeable to anything. A fig for all the lords! They can't come anigh a baby. You may read Voyages and Travels, my dear, and Romances, and Tales of Love and War. You cut the riddle in your own dear way, and that's all I cares for."
In their frantic eagerness to share in the golden harvests being reaped at Buninyong, Clunes, Bendigo, and Ballarat, the people wasted no thought on the hardships of the journey; there was not a ship too crazy or a doghole too dark to carry the desperate adventurers. Jim Done's bunk was in a third story.
But Done's first experience of a license-hunt was largely farcical. Mr. Commissioner McPhee had chosen a sweltering hot day for his hunt. Most of the diggers on Diamond Gully were below, sheltered from the mordant rays of a sun that blazed in the cloudless sky, so close to earth that its heat struck the face like a licking flame.
Thar's no kind o' danger but they'll help you: they're up to all that sort o' thing." "The Lord bless you!" said Eliza earnestly. "No 'casion, no 'casion in the world," said the man. "What I've done's of no 'count." "And oh, surely, sir, you won't tell any one!" "Go to thunder, gal! What do you take a feller for? In course not," said the man.
A meeting was held very quietly, and, to Done's astonishment, his mate took an active part in the proceedings. 'The lepers have got to change their spots, I guess, said Long. 'Is that understood, men? 'You bet! answered a prominent digger, and the crowd uttered a unanimous 'Hear, hear! that left no room for doubt. 'Then, get ready! cried Mike. 'Every man get a pick-handle.
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