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'Oh, no doubt you're sorry too that you weren't there with the Duke and Duchess, and the King and Queen, and your cousins, the Earl and Countess, he flung at her. 'They'll be your cousins too by marriage. And if you ever become a very rich man and take me back to England, you'll have to "Chris and Molly" them and to give him a big order for wine.... That mollified McKeith.
Up to what degree of latitude might these semi-civilised, and he feared demoralised beings, be taken as a survival of the indigenous population of Leichardt's Land? Did wild and dangerous Blacks still exist up north and in the interior of the Colony? 'You'd better ask McKeith about that, your Excellency, said the Premier. 'He knows more about the Blacks up north than any of us.
'And what now about the gentleman from Leichardt's Town, Mr McKeith? Will I be taking him up with me to the Bachelor's Quarters? Or may be, Harris added unpleasantly, 'her ladyship won't object to having him in the house. McKeith muttered angrily, 'Damn! I'd forgotten.
Now the result is that Chris is able to bring in quantities of clients and gets a commission on all the wine he sells.... What's the matter, Colin? You look quite fierce. 'And that, commented McKeith, 'is an English belted Earl! 'Irish there's a difference. And are they belted really? Isn't it a figure of speech? 'I don't know, and I don't care.
Here's your health, Boss, and the Ladyship's. And the mailman gulped down his 'nobbler' and turned to remount the lean chestnut, which was standing hitched to the palings, observing cheerfully: 'Well, so long, Sir. Go'day, Ma'am. This sort of argufying ain't going to carry my mail-bags along the river. 'Go up to the Quarters and ask Mrs Hensor for a feed, called McKeith.
Above, the Southern Cross, set diagonally, in the dark clear sky gemmed with its myriad stars. There could be no doubt that Colin McKeith was in the grip of an infatuation such as he had never known before in his life. It staggered him. His breath caught in his throat and ended in an uncertain laugh. He stuttered in sheer awkwardness. 'I I say ... you seem to be up in the clouds.
Bridget looked at him with slight haughtiness. 'Really, Mr McKeith, I think you are inquisitive. 'Yes, I am. And I've Bush manners not up to your form. Please excuse my impertinence. 'I don't mind Bush manners. They're rather refreshing sometimes.... But' again extending and then half-withdrawing her offering hand. 'You'd despise my cigarettes? He made an eager movement. 'No I shouldn't.
Mrs Gildea cut short Lady Bridget's exposition of her views on morality before McKeith had time to answer. Her voice was sharp as she went up the steps and arraigned the pair. 'Really, Biddy, I do call this too bad of you. May I ask how you and Mr McKeith come to be drinking tea together in my veranda?
Still McKeith maintained his difficult self-restraint. 'So you stole a private communication that had been left in another person's room, and was intended for his eyes alone? 'Come now, Boss. You know well enough that a constabulary officer who's up against tricks to release a prisoner has got to keep his eyes peeled, and mustn't let any clue to mischief escape him.
'You look as grim as the statue of the Commander, said Lady Bridget. 'What is the matter? 'Lady Bridget and I have been exchanging unconventional reminiscences, put it Maule with forced lightness. McKeith took no notice of either remark, but strode across the room to the roll-top escritoire, where he usually wrote his letters when in his wife's company.
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