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Many tribes I have met with in different parts of Australia, have no tattooing at all, others are marked on the breast by singular looking scars, occupying a space of six or eight inches each way upon the chest, these are called "renditch" in the Murray dialect, and are made by fire; but I have never been able to obtain any satisfactory information respecting them.
Elena looked at Renditch. 'Captain, she said, 'take me and him and carry us across to the other side of the sea, away from here. Isn't that possible? Renditch considered: 'Possible certainly, but difficult. We shall have to come into collision with the damned authorities here. But supposing we arrange all that and bury him there, how am I to bring you back? 'You need not bring me back.
In the boat sat Elena with Renditch and beside them stood a long box covered with a black cloth. They rowed for about an hour, and at last reached a small two-masted ship, which was riding at anchor at the very entrance of the harbour. Elena and Renditch got into the ship; the sailors carried in the box. At midnight a storm had arisen, but early in the morning the ship had passed out of the Lido.
Wake me at once directly Renditch comes. If he says the ship is ready, we will start at once. We ought to pack everything. 'Packing won't take long, answered Elena. 'That fellow babbled something about a battle, about Servia, said Insarov, after a short interval. 'I suppose he made it all up. But we must, we must start. We can't lose time. Be ready.
'What? where will you stop? 'I shall find some place for myself; only take us, take me. Renditch scratched the back of his head. 'You know best; but it's all very difficult. I will, I will try; and you expect me here in two hours' time. He went away. Elena passed into the next room, leaned against the wall, and for a long time stood there as though turned to stone.
Insarov began reading it; she busied herself in getting some coffee ready for him. Some one knocked at the door. 'Renditch, both thought at once, but a voice said in Russian, 'May I come in? Elena and Insarov looked at each other in astonishment; and without waiting for an answer, an elegantly dressed young man entered the room, with a small sharp-featured face, and bright little eyes.
In Venice he learnt what is already known to the reader, but in Zara no one could give him any positive information about Renditch and the ship he had taken.
She begged her daughter to come to Moscow if only for a month, complained of her loneliness, and of Nikolai Artemyevitch, sent greetings to Insarov, inquired after his health, and begged him to spare his wife. Renditch was a Dalmatian, a sailor, with whom Insarov had become acquainted during his wanderings in his own country, and whom he had sought out in Venice.
At that instant in the doorway appeared a broad-shouldered, sunburnt man, in a stout frieze coat and a low oil-skin hat. He stood still in bewilderment. 'Renditch! cried Elena, 'it's you! Look, for God's sake, he's ill! What's wrong? Good God! He went out yesterday, he was talking to me just now. Renditch said nothing and only moved on one side.
Many tribes I have met with in different parts of Australia, have no tattooing at all, others are marked on the breast by singular looking scars, occupying a space of six or eight inches each way upon the chest, these are called "renditch" in the Murray dialect, and are made by fire; but I have never been able to obtain any satisfactory information respecting them.
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