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Yes, put it there, Colin, please.... And now, if Biddy doesn't mind, we'll proceed to business, which is my IMPERIALIST Letter. I suppose you haven't brought back any snapshots of Alexandra City and your wonderful Gas-Bore that Mr Gibbs could get worked up for his paper? That was not the only time Lady Bridget and McKeith met on Mrs Gildea's veranda.
They strolled about the garden, smoked cigarettes in the veranda, she played and sang to him, and he brought out his cornet, which he had carried in his valise, being something of a performer on that instrument. A demon of reckless gaiety seemed to have entered into Lady Bridget. Watching McKeith disappear behind the gum trees, she had said to herself: 'I can be determined, too.
Joan was herself a girl in short frocks, three or four years younger than Colin McKeith, and with no apparent prospect of ever crossing the 'big fella Water, as the Ubi Blacks called it, or of joining the band of Bohemian scribblers in London.
She knew also that McKeith had forbidden the black-boy, under pain of severe penalty, to seek the coveted bride. Of course, it was all nonsense about his shooting the poor creature, though no doubt, in ordinary circumstances, he would have sent them off the station.
'The last time I sang that was at a Factory Girls' entertainment at Poplar, she said... 'You should have seen them, Joan: they stood up and tried to sing in chorus and some of them came on to the platform and danced.... Mr McKeith you look at me as if I had been doing something desperately improper. Don't you like the music of CARMEN? Colin was staring at her dazedly.
Maule got up and strolled into the sitting-room, where he seemed engrossed in the pictures on the wall. Just then Cudgee, the black boy, hailed McKeith from the foot of the steps. 'That fellow pollis man want'ing Massa. He sit down long-a Old Humpey. 'All right. McKeith looked into the parlour. 'My wife will entertain you, Maule. I daresay you've got plenty to talk about. I'll see you later.
Ninnis' jaw stiffened underneath his shaggy goatee. 'Well, I guess you know your own business, Mrs McKeith, and it's up to you to square things with the Boss. Lady Bridget reared her small form and bent her head with great stateliness. 'But I'll just say, though, went on Ninnis, 'that I hear Harris of the police is coming along.
I reckon your spring ain't a dead-head, anyway.... Say, Mr McKeith, me and the boys are shifting our fire over to the other side of the creek.... Keep the 'osses from hevin' any more of their blessed starts.... Handier for gettin' them up in the morning. Lady Bridget McKeith had been married about a year and a quarter. Winter was now merging into spring. But it was not a bounteous spring.
Lady Bridget heard Mrs Hensor shriek and saw her husband drag the child to the veranda and examine him anxiously, Mrs Hensor bending with him. Then McKeith lifted up Tommy and kissed and patted him almost as if he had been the boy's father. It always gave Bridget a queer little spasm of regret to see Colin's obvious affection for the little fellow.
Wombo could have pulled the thing out, and in a few hours the gin would have been all right again. 'You think so well in a few hours she was in a high fever. I took her temperature this morning when I re-bandaged the wound. McKeith laughed shortly. 'It wouldn't be surprising, if you had given her grog and tobacco and as much meat as she wanted. That what you did, eh? 'Yes, it was.
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