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"But what you are saying is horrible," I said. "I don't believe you know how horrible it is." So far was she from understanding me that she answered: "Yes, it is horrible. But it was only a little bit of me. And it's all over. Burned away, Wally. I burned it when I burned my boats. Don't think of me as if I were really like that." You see? We had been talking about different things.
Jack and Wally came up, scowling at the world and finding no words to match their gloom. Wally gave her a glance, and went on to the blacksmith shop, but Jack went straight up to her, for he liked her well. "What's the matter?" he asked dully. "Mad because you can't smoke up the ranch?"
"My word, wouldn't a fire race across the Billabong plains this year!" said Wally. "Yes, it would certainly travel," agreed Mr. Linton. "Well, we've ploughed fire-breaks, and burned round the house, and we can only hope for good luck. You'd better burn a break round your house soon, Bob." "Bill was saying so only this morning," Bob answered.
There was not, indeed, much chance for the bacon, which disappeared in a manner truly alarming, while its fate was speedily shared by the huge pile of crisp doughnuts which Mrs. Brown presently placed upon the table with a flourish. "We don't get things like this at school!" Wally said regretfully, pausing for an instant before his seventh.
Her cousin looked relieved. "I want you to fib for me," she said. "You know the way the men stick together.... Well, the women have to do it, too.... At dinner yesterday," she continued, "Wally happened to ask me where I was going that evening, and I told him I was coming over to see you. And really, dear, I meant it at the time.
"Dogs were barking at something down in the orchard," Wally volunteered, passing over Baumberger's monologue. "I was going down there, but it was so dark and I thought maybe it was Gene's ghost. That was before the moon came up. Got any more biscuits, mum?" "My trap wasn't sprung behind the chicken-house," said Donny. "I looked, first thing."
"Is it about your regiment?" she asked, and the eyes snapped "Yes," and "Yes," and "Yes" again. She puzzled over that, and then went back to the doctor in charge of the other ward and brought back with her the man who "knew Wally." Mentally she clapped her hands at the light that leaped to the boy's eyes.
'But there were two of 'em, Uncle, cried the boy, as if that were a great triumph. 'You said only one. 'Well, Wally, resumed the old man, after a short pause: 'not being like the Savages who came on Robinson Crusoe's Island, we can't live on a man who asks for change for a sovereign, and a woman who inquires the way to Mile-End Turnpike. As I said just now, the world has gone past me.
I had an old Cochin once who used to sit quite happily for six months at a time on a clod and a bit of stone, expecting to hatch out a half-acre allotment and a town hall; but if you put her on twelve beautiful eggs she simply wouldn't look at them! Makes you vow you'll give up keeping hens at all." "It would," Norah said. "Only mine didn't do that." "Oh!" said Wally, a little blankly.
Now, this one staring man seemed like a watching multitude. There were tears in her eyes, and she felt that the red-faced man suspected it. "Wally . . ." Her voice broke. "It's impossible." "Why? Why, Jill?" "Because . . . Oh, it's impossible!" There was a silence. "Because . . ." He seemed to find a difficulty in speaking, "Because of Underhill?" Jill nodded. She felt wretched.
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