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"The tactless fool," he muttered, resentment rising against the man who had not hesitated to add another twelve hours' work to an already arduous day when the call of suffering reached him. "No, he only said what others think. I know, Fred. I can feel it. Mr. Gale was the same. They all are." "You must not think that you must not," he said. "And you must not stay in Waroona. You must go away."
"Why ask such a ridiculous question?" "Because Mrs. Eustace has been paid such an allowance since she has been in Waroona. Refer to the office records. They will show you whether it is so or not." Wallace turned to the book-racks, and pulled down the ledger. Running his eye down the index, he saw the item "Furniture Account."
He drove them from Waroona Downs, following them from the district when they went, following them until he found them living with Kitty and her husband in one of the southern cities, struggling fiercely for a bare existence.
"Oh, I'm not going to stay in this house," she interrupted. "I will be out of here to-morrow; but I will not leave Waroona." "You will make a mistake if you do not, I think, but it is for you to decide." She sat down again, clasping and unclasping her hands in her lap. "If I go will you will you write to me?" "No, I cannot do that," he answered at once. "May I write to you?"
He saw again the sparkling eyes which had filled him with such gladness when first that love had come to him; saw the picture made by the wonderfully graceful form leaning against the verandah at Waroona Downs, bathed in the soft, romantic light of the new-born moon; saw the pleading face turned to him as the gentle voice spoke endearing words to gain a passing favour; saw once more that fleeting, taunting vision on which he had built so much despite the warning to beware of the vagaries of a delirium-swayed brain.
It was the silence which brought back to him where he was. He had fallen asleep as he lay in the hammock chair on the verandah at Waroona Downs. In his half-awakened state he made an effort to sit up. But he could not move arms, legs, body were held as though in paralysis. He could only open his eyes.
There is excellent fun in his posing as 'Charles Carisforth, Esq., of Sturton, Yorkshire, and Banda, Waroona and Ebor Downs, N.S.W., while awaiting the arrival at Adelaide of the 1,100 head of stolen cattle, or as the 'Hon. Frank Haughton, one of 'the three honourables' on the Turon gold-field.
"Why it was because I have never ceased to remember that I came here to-night. Your name was mentioned at Waroona it was the only clue you gave me when we parted, the only clue I had to follow when I tried to find you, tried to trace you every day since then. I have never ceased to seek for you, never ceased to think of you, nor to remember the day I met you.
Detail was lacking in the current legend as to what immediately happened thereafter, for when Dudgeon came back to Waroona Downs he was silent on the subject, and only rumours filtered through of Lambton and his wife going down, each heart-broken, to a pauper's grave, while O'Guire and his wife barely eluded the final act of vengeance by escaping over sea.
But you'll be all right now, I fancy, if you keep quiet and don't think about things that never happened. You're at Waroona Downs in bed, and Mrs. Burke and that old idiot of a doddering Irishman are looking after you. That's all you've got to remember." "Except to get well," Mrs. Burke added. "Yes, except to get well; and I reckon your nurse will see to that.
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