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"
If
I
'm
not
,
I
'll
be
living
in
sin
!
"
"
Well
,
as
far
as
I
'm
concerned
,
living
in
sin
is
a
lot
better
than
turning
my
coat
inside
out
,
"
said
Luke
,
who
was
sometimes
a
curious
contradiction
;
much
as
he
wanted
Meggie
's
money
,
a
blind
streak
of
stubbornness
in
him
would
n't
let
him
back
down
.
"
Oh
,
stop
all
this
silliness
!
"
said
Fee
,
not
to
Luke
but
to
the
priest
.
"
Do
what
Paddy
and
I
did
and
have
an
end
to
argument
!
Father
Thomas
can
marry
you
in
the
presbytery
if
he
does
n't
want
to
soil
his
church
!
"
Everyone
stared
at
her
,
amazed
,
but
it
did
the
trick
;
Father
Watkin
gave
in
and
agreed
to
marry
them
in
the
presbytery
,
though
he
refused
to
bless
the
ring
.
Partial
Church
sanction
left
Meggie
feeling
she
was
sinning
,
but
not
badly
enough
to
go
to
Hell
,
and
ancient
Annie
the
presbytery
housekeeper
did
her
best
to
make
Father
Watty
's
study
as
churchlike
as
possible
,
with
great
vases
of
flowers
and
many
brass
candlesticks
.
But
it
was
an
uncomfortable
ceremony
,
the
very
displeased
priest
making
everyone
feel
he
only
went
through
with
it
to
save
himself
the
embarrassment
of
a
secular
wedding
elsewhere
.
No
Nuptial
Mass
,
no
blessings
.
However
,
it
was
done
.
Meggie
was
Mrs.
Luke
O'Neill
,
on
her
way
to
North
Queensland
and
a
honeymoon
somewhat
delayed
by
the
time
it
would
take
getting
there
.
Luke
refused
to
spend
that
Saturday
night
at
the
Imperial
,
for
the
branch-line
train
to
Goondiwindi
left
only
once
a
week
,
on
Saturday
night
,
to
connect
with
the
Goondiwindi
--
Brisbane
mail
train
on
Sunday
.
This
would
bring
them
to
Bris
on
Monday
in
time
to
catch
the
Cairns
express
.
The
Goondiwindi
train
was
crowded
.
They
had
no
privacy
and
sat
up
all
night
because
it
carried
no
sleeping
cars
.
Hour
after
hour
it
trundled
its
erratic
,
grumpy
way
northeast
,
stopping
interminably
every
time
the
engine
driver
felt
like
brewing
a
billy
of
tea
for
himself
,
or
to
let
a
mob
of
sheep
wander
along
the
rails
,
or
to
have
a
yarn
with
a
drover
.
"
I
wonder
why
they
pronounce
Goondiwindi
Gundiwindi
if
they
do
n't
want
to
spell
it
that
way
?
"
Meggie
asked
idly
as
they
waited
in
the
only
place
open
in
Goondiwindi
on
a
Sunday
,
the
awful
institutional-green
station
waiting
room
with
its
hard
black
wooden
benches
.
Poor
Meggie
,
she
was
nervous
and
ill
at
ease
.
"
How
do
I
know
?
"
sighed
Luke
,
who
did
n't
feel
like
talking
and
was
starving
into
the
bargain
.
Since
it
was
Sunday
they
could
n't
even
get
a
cup
of
tea
;
not
until
the
Monday-morning
breakfast
stop
on
the
Brisbane
mail
did
they
get
an
opportunity
to
fill
their
empty
stomachs
and
slake
their
thirst
.
Then
Brisbane
,
into
South
Bris
station
,
the
trek
across
the
city
to
Roma
Street
Station
and
the
Cairns
train
.
Here
Meggie
discovered
Luke
had
booked
them
two
second-class
upright
seats
.
