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While she swung in the hammock the memory pictures came and went like a cinematograph show the dream-drive presently merging into an electioneering trip through McKeith's constituency a few weeks after her bridal homecoming.
Another reason for not delaying the marriage was that the Leichardt's Land government was expected to go out of office on a Labour Bill, and that an appeal to the country would certainly follow its defeat. In that case McKeith's re-election would have to be considered, and an electioneering honeymoon in one of the out-back districts was an inspiring prospect to Lady Bridget.
'Well, I don't call Blacks fellow-creatures. Do you suppose we should not all be having spears thrown at us if the niggers weren't afraid of Mr McKeith's gun? 'You have my orders, repeated Lady Bridget sharply, her wrath at white heat. 'I take no orders from anybody but the Boss, and his orders were that if Wombo brought the gin here, they'd got to be driven off, retorted Mrs Hensor.
He was outside the store, where Ninnis was weighing rations for Harris, and McKeith's and the Police Inspector's horses, ready saddled, with valises strapped on, were hitched to the paling. Harris sulkily touched his helmet to Lady Bridget, but McKeith had his back to her and seemed wholly absorbed in some directions he was giving.
There came to her an almost fierce reaction against that moment. She felt a distinct emotion now, but it was different less tumultuous, and bringing her a soft sense of enfoldment. She slipped her hand gently into McKeith's, and they remained thus for nearly a minute without speaking. He was the first to break the silence.
McKeith glared at the man, who, had he been quick at psychological interpretations, would have read an awful apprehension underlying the ill-restrained fury in the other's face. The question came in hoarse jerks. 'What Who Who was it you saw ? 'It was the Lady Bridget, Boss.... I Before he could proceed, a strong arm struck out and McKeith's hand clutched at the Police Inspector's neck.
He was glad she said 'the other men's, and not 'the other man's'. Through all the gusts of passionate tenderness that went out to her, there was always rankling the thought of 'that other man. They had only one more talk, in the real sense, before their marriage, and that was an unpremeditated but natural outrush of the vague jealousy which slumbered at the core of McKeith's love.
Except that the loss of McKeith's seat in the Legislative Assembly made it no longer necessary for him to spend at least part of the winter session in Leichardt's Town. Nor would Lady Bridget have the opportunity to resume her old intimacy at Government House. In any case, however, she was not destined to see more of her old friend in Australia.
Was she afraid of rousing regret and of awakening painful memories. * Cleanskin Unbranded calf. McKeith's absence was longer than he had expected. Lady Bridget heard from Harry the Blower on his return round with the down-going mails that the little bush township of Tunumburra had become the scene of a convocation of Pastoralists called to concert measures against the threatened strike.
Nobody was likely at present to want to go into it. The door had a padlock, and it was used as a store-house for the hides of beasts that had been killed for the sake of the skins when in the last stage of pleuro. The key was always kept hung up in McKeith's office. Here Lady Bridget installed Wombo and Oola.
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