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"
Oho
!
Have
you
ever
been
in
love
,
then
?
"
"
Once
.
"
"
Is
that
all
?
At
twenty-three
?
Good
Lord
!
I
'd
been
in
and
out
of
love
a
dozen
times
by
your
age
.
"
"
I
daresay
I
might
have
been
,
too
,
but
I
meet
very
few
people
to
fall
in
love
with
on
Drogheda
.
You
're
the
first
stockman
I
remember
who
said
more
than
a
shy
hello
.
"
"
Well
,
if
you
wo
n't
go
to
dances
because
you
ca
n't
dance
,
you
're
on
the
outside
looking
in
right
there
,
are
n't
you
?
Never
mind
,
we
'll
fix
that
up
in
no
time
.
By
the
end
of
the
evening
you
'll
be
dancing
,
and
in
a
few
weeks
we
'll
have
you
a
champion
.
"
He
glanced
at
her
quickly
.
"
But
you
ca
n't
tell
me
some
of
the
squatters
off
other
stations
have
n't
tried
to
get
you
to
come
to
the
odd
dance
with
them
.
Stockmen
I
can
understand
,
you
're
a
cut
above
the
usual
stockman
's
inclinations
,
but
some
of
the
sheep
cockies
must
have
given
you
the
glad
eye
.
"
"
If
I
'm
a
cut
above
stockmen
,
why
did
you
ask
me
?
"
she
parried
.
"
Oh
,
I
've
got
all
the
cheek
in
the
world
.
"
He
grinned
.
"
Come
on
now
,
do
n't
change
the
subject
.
There
must
be
a
few
blokes
around
Gilly
who
've
asked
.
"
"
A
few
,
"
she
admitted
.
"
But
I
've
really
never
wanted
to
go
.
You
pushed
me
into
it
.
"
"
Then
the
rest
of
them
are
sillier
than
pet
snakes
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
know
a
good
thing
when
I
see
it
.
"
