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But
though
Luke
had
long
decided
his
life
's
objective
lay
in
100,000
acres
out
around
Kynuna
or
Winton
,
and
worked
toward
it
with
single-minded
zeal
,
the
truth
was
that
at
heart
he
loved
hard
cash
far
more
than
what
it
might
eventually
buy
him
;
not
the
possession
of
land
,
nor
its
inherent
power
,
but
the
prospect
of
stockpiling
rows
of
neat
figures
in
his
bankbook
,
in
his
name
.
It
had
'
t
been
Gnarlunga
or
Bingelly
he
had
wanted
so
desperately
,
but
their
value
in
hard
cash
.
A
man
who
genuinely
wanted
to
be
the
boss
cocky
would
never
have
settled
for
landless
Meggie
Cleary
.
Nor
would
he
have
loved
the
physical
act
of
working
hard
as
did
Luke
O'Neill
.
*
*
*
The
dance
at
the
Holy
Cross
hall
in
Gilly
was
the
thirteenth
dance
Luke
had
taken
Meggie
to
in
as
many
weeks
.
How
he
discovered
where
they
were
and
how
he
wangled
some
of
the
invitations
Meggie
was
too
naive
to
guess
,
but
regularly
on
a
Saturday
he
would
ask
Bob
for
the
keys
to
the
Rolls
,
and
take
her
somewhere
within
150
miles
.
Tonight
it
was
cold
as
she
stood
by
a
fence
looking
across
a
moonless
landscape
,
and
under
her
feet
she
could
feel
the
crunch
of
frost
.
Winter
was
coming
.
Luke
's
arm
came
around
her
and
drew
her
in
to
his
side
.
"
You
're
cold
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
'd
better
get
you
home
.
"
"
No
,
it
's
all
right
now
,
I
'm
getting
warm
,
"
she
answered
breathlessly
.
She
felt
a
change
in
him
,
a
change
in
the
arm
held
loosely
and
impersonally
across
her
back
.
But
it
was
nice
to
lean
against
him
,
to
feel
the
warmth
radiating
from
his
body
,
the
different
construction
of
his
frame
.
Even
through
her
cardigan
she
was
conscious
of
his
hand
,
moving
now
in
small
,
caressing
circles
,
a
tentative
and
questioning
massage
.
If
at
this
stage
she
announced
she
was
cold
he
would
stop
;
if
she
said
nothing
,
he
would
take
it
as
tacit
permission
to
proceed
.
She
was
young
,
she
wanted
so
badly
to
savor
love
properly
.
This
was
the
only
man
outside
of
Ralph
who
interested
her
,
so
why
not
see
what
his
kisses
were
like
?
Only
let
them
be
different
!
Let
them
not
be
like
Ralph
's
kisses
!
Taking
her
silence
as
acquiescence
,
Luke
put
his
other
hand
on
her
shoulder
,
turned
her
to
face
him
,
and
bent
his
head
.
Was
that
how
a
mouth
really
felt
?
Why
,
it
was
no
more
than
a
sort
of
pressure
!
What
was
she
supposed
to
do
to
indicate
liking
?
She
moved
her
lips
under
his
and
at
once
wished
she
had
not
.
The
pushing
down
increased
;
he
opened
his
mouth
wide
,
forced
her
lips
apart
with
his
teeth
and
tongue
,
and
ran
the
tongue
around
the
inside
of
her
mouth
.
Revolting
.
Why
had
it
seemed
so
different
when
Ralph
kissed
her
?
She
had
n't
been
aware
then
of
how
wet
and
faintly
nauseating
it
was
;
she
had
n't
seemed
to
think
at
all
,
only
open
to
him
like
a
casket
when
the
well-known
hand
touches
a
secret
spring
.
What
on
earth
was
he
doing
?
Why
did
her
body
jump
so
,
cling
to
him
when
her
mind
wanted
badly
to
pull
away
?
