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'And I'm not aware that I was engaged to give them, snorted Mrs Hensor. 'It was out of consideration for Mr McKeith that I came.
However, he's satisfied that Wombo is securely locked up and an extra glass of grog and a hint that, as he hasn't provided himself with a warrant there's no obligation on him to stand over his prisoner with a loaded gun, eased his mind of responsibility. The man is in a beast of a temper though, he evidently expected to be entertained down here. I hope Mrs Hensor will give him a good dinner.
From the first moment, Lady Bridget had disliked Mrs Hensor. But she had felt a vague attraction towards the little yellow-headed, blue-eyed boy clinging to Mrs Hensor's skirts. As for any uneasiness on the score of Steadbolt's insolent insinuations, she had absolutely dismissed that from her mind. Yes that bridal homecoming how strange it had seemed! How rough everything was!
Florrie Hensor is several cuts above a malingering lout like Steadbolt. Well there, poor devil! Maybe, it's not unnatural that I should feel a sneaking sympathy for an unsuccessful lover. That abominable lie was a bit too strong though and before you! The man must have been downright mad from drink and fury and bitterness. It it's all funny isn't it? One of the queer sides of the Bush.
Tommy Hensor, running up from the garden with his evening dole of vegetables, enlightened her. 'Boss come back, Ladyship. I can see him. He is up, talking to Mother. Lady Bridget was too proud a woman to feel petty jealousy, nor would it have occurred to her to be jealous of Mrs Hensor. Her sentiment of dislike towards that person was of quite another order.
Thoughts of this kind went through her mind as she lay smarting under the burning sense of outrage, until the reappearance of Mrs Hensor. Then, the new effort she made in sending away the woman exhausted brain and body and left her with scarcely the power to think certainly not to reason. But Lady Bridget did not know what had followed upon her husband's home-coming.
I am glad that I differ from you and from your servant. Mrs Hensor refused to help that poor gin who had a spear through her arm and was shrieking with pain. 'Oh, you don't know black-gins as well as I do.
Luckily, the drought has driven the Blacks away too, further into the ranges; and I haven't seen any Myalls this trip like the ones that went for us last time. It's a pity Hensor pegged out then.
'Well, I reckon it's best not to keep them on the head-station against the Boss's orders, persisted Ninnis. Lady Bridget set her little white teeth. 'Naturally, Mr McKeith's orders don't apply to ME as I had to tell Mrs Hensor. 'Mrs Hensor knows the Boss better than most people, said Ninnis, at which Lady Bridget flashed out. 'We need not discuss that question, Mr Ninnis.
However, Mrs Hensor concluded, 'the master will be here tomorrow to see into the rights of things. 'How do you know that the master will be here to-morrow? asked Bridget sharply. 'Harry the Blower brought me a letter from Mr McKeith, replied Mrs Hensor with malign triumph.
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