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"
Luke
,
we
're
not
short
of
money
!
"
she
said
,
tired
and
exasperated
.
"
If
you
forgot
to
go
to
the
bank
,
I
've
got
a
hundred
pounds
Bob
gave
me
here
in
my
purse
.
Why
did
n't
you
get
us
a
first-class
sleeping
compartment
?
"
He
stared
down
at
her
,
astounded
.
"
But
it
's
only
three
nights
and
three
days
to
Dungloe
!
Why
spend
money
on
a
sleeper
when
we
're
both
young
,
healthy
and
strong
?
Sitting
up
on
a
train
for
a
while
wo
n't
kill
you
,
Meghann
!
It
's
about
time
you
realized
you
've
married
a
plain
old
workingman
,
not
a
bloody
squatter
!
"
So
Meggie
slumped
in
the
window
seat
Luke
seized
for
her
and
rested
her
trembling
chin
on
her
hand
to
look
out
the
window
so
Luke
would
n't
notice
her
tears
.
He
had
spoken
to
her
as
one
speaks
to
an
irresponsible
child
,
and
she
was
beginning
to
wonder
if
indeed
this
was
how
he
regarded
her
.
Rebellion
began
to
stir
,
but
it
was
very
small
and
her
fierce
pride
forbade
the
indignity
of
quarreling
.
Instead
she
told
herself
she
was
this
man
's
wife
,
but
it
was
such
a
new
thing
he
was
n't
used
to
it
.
Give
him
time
.
They
would
live
together
,
she
would
cook
his
meals
,
mend
his
clothes
,
look
after
him
,
have
his
babies
,
be
a
good
wife
to
him
.
Look
how
much
Daddy
had
appreciated
Mum
,
how
much
he
had
adored
her
.
Give
Luke
time
.
They
were
going
to
a
town
called
Dungloe
,
only
fifty
miles
short
of
Cairns
,
which
was
the
far
northern
terminus
of
the
line
which
ran
all
the
way
along
the
Queensland
coast
.
Over
a
thousand
miles
of
narrow
three-foot-six-gauge
rail
,
rocking
and
pitching
back
and
forth
,
every
seat
in
the
compartment
occupied
,
no
chance
to
lie
down
or
stretch
out
.
Though
it
was
far
more
densely
settled
countryside
than
Gilly
,
and
far
more
colorful
,
she
could
n't
summon
up
interest
in
it
.
Her
head
ached
,
she
could
keep
no
food
down
and
the
heat
was
much
,
much
worse
than
anything
Gilly
had
ever
cooked
up
.
The
lovely
pink
silk
wedding
dress
was
filthy
from
soot
blowing
in
the
windows
,
her
skin
was
clammy
with
a
sweat
which
would
n't
evaporate
,
and
what
was
more
galling
than
any
of
her
physical
discomforts
,
she
was
close
to
hating
Luke
.
Apparently
not
in
the
least
tired
or
out
of
sorts
because
of
the
journey
,
he
sat
at
his
ease
yarning
with
two
men
going
to
Cardwell
.
The
only
times
he
glanced
in
her
direction
he
also
got
up
,
leaned
across
her
so
carelessly
she
shrank
,
and
flung
a
rolled-up
newspaper
out
the
window
to
some
event-hungry
gang
of
tattered
men
beside
the
line
with
steel
hammers
in
their
hands
,
calling
:
"
Paip
!
Paip
!
"
"
Fettlers
looking
after
the
rails
,
"
he
explained
as
he
sat
down
again
the
first
time
it
happened
.
And
he
seemed
to
assume
she
was
quite
as
happy
and
comfortable
as
he
was
,
that
the
coastal
plain
flying
by
was
fascinating
her
.
While
she
sat
staring
at
it
and
not
seeing
it
,
hating
it
before
she
had
so
much
as
set
foot
on
it
.
At
Cardwell
the
two
men
got
off
,
and
Luke
went
to
the
fish-and-chip
shop
across
the
road
from
the
station
to
bring
back
a
newspaper-wrapped
bundle
.
