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"
Cutting
sugar
cane
.
"
"
Cutting
sugar
cane
?
That
's
coolie
labor
!
"
"
No
,
you
're
wrong
.
Coolies
are
n't
big
enough
to
do
it
as
well
as
the
white
cutters
,
and
besides
,
you
know
as
well
as
I
do
that
Australian
law
forbids
the
importation
of
black
or
yellow
men
to
do
slave
labor
or
work
for
wages
lower
than
a
white
man
's
,
take
the
bread
out
of
a
white
Australian
's
mouth
.
There
's
,
a
shortage
of
cutters
and
the
money
's
terrific
.
Not
too
many
blokes
are
big
enough
or
strong
enough
to
cut
cane
.
But
I
am
.
It
wo
n't
beat
me
!
"
"
Does
this
mean
you
're
thinking
of
making
our
home
in
North
Queensland
,
Luke
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
She
stared
past
his
shoulder
through
the
great
bank
of
windows
at
Drogheda
:
the
ghost
gums
,
the
Home
Paddock
,
the
stretch
of
trees
beyond
.
Not
to
live
on
Drogheda
!
To
be
somewhere
Bishop
Ralph
could
never
find
her
,
to
live
without
ever
seeing
him
again
,
to
cleave
to
this
stranger
sitting
facing
her
so
irrevocably
there
could
be
no
going
back
...
The
grey
eyes
rested
on
Luke
's
vivid
,
impatient
face
and
grew
more
beautiful
,
but
unmistakably
sadder
.
He
sensed
it
only
;
she
had
no
tears
there
,
her
lids
did
n't
droop
,
or
the
corners
of
her
mouth
.
But
he
was
n't
concerned
with
whatever
sorrows
Meggie
owned
,
for
he
had
no
intention
of
letting
her
become
so
important
to
him
she
caused
him
worry
on
her
behalf
.
Admittedly
she
was
something
of
a
bonus
to
a
man
who
had
tried
to
marry
Dot
MacPherson
of
Bingelly
,
but
her
physical
desirability
and
tractable
nature
only
increased
Luke
's
guard
over
his
own
heart
.
No
woman
,
even
one
as
sweet
and
beautiful
as
Meggie
Cleary
,
was
ever
going
to
gain
sufficient
power
over
him
to
tell
him
what
to
do
.
So
,
remaining
true
to
himself
,
he
plunged
straight
into
the
main
thing
on
his
mind
.
There
were
times
when
guile
was
necessary
,
but
in
this
matter
it
would
n't
serve
him
as
well
as
bluntness
.
"
Meghann
,
I
'm
an
old-fashioned
man
,
"
he
said
.
She
stared
at
him
,
puzzled
.
"
Are
you
?
"
she
asked
,
her
tone
implying
:
Does
it
matter
?
