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"
Oh
,
do
n't
baby-talk
me
!
"
she
snapped
tartly
.
"
It
would
have
been
a
lot
better
if
they
'd
got
off
two
days
ago
in
Bundaberg
!
"
"
Come
on
now
,
Meghann
,
be
a
good
sport
!
Nearly
there
.
Only
Tully
and
Innisfail
,
then
Dungloe
.
"
It
was
late
afternoon
when
they
stepped
off
the
train
,
Meggie
clinging
desperately
to
Luke
's
arm
,
too
proud
to
admit
she
was
n't
able
to
walk
properly
.
He
asked
the
stationmaster
for
the
name
of
a
workingmen
's
hotel
,
picked
up
their
cases
and
walked
out
onto
the
street
,
Meggie
behind
him
weaving
drunkenly
.
"
Only
to
the
end
of
the
block
on
the
other
side
of
the
street
,
"
he
comforted
.
"
The
white
two-storied
joint
.
"
Though
their
room
was
small
and
filled
to
overflowing
with
great
pieces
of
Victorian
furniture
,
it
looked
like
heaven
to
Meggie
,
collapsing
on
the
edge
of
the
double
bed
.
"
Lie
down
for
a
while
before
dinner
,
love
.
I
'm
going
out
to
find
my
landmarks
,
"
he
said
,
sauntering
from
the
room
looking
as
fresh
and
rested
as
he
had
on
their
wedding
morning
.
That
had
been
Saturday
,
and
this
was
late
Thursday
afternoon
;
five
days
sitting
up
in
crowded
trains
,
choked
by
cigarette
smoke
and
soot
.
The
bed
was
rocking
monotonously
in
time
to
the
clickety-click
of
steel
wheels
passing
over
rail
joins
,
but
Meggie
turned
her
head
into
the
pillow
gratefully
,
and
slept
,
and
slept
.
*
*
*
Someone
had
taken
off
her
shoes
and
stockings
,
and
covered
her
with
a
sheet
;
Meggie
stirred
,
opened
her
eyes
and
looked
around
.
Luke
was
sitting
on
the
window
ledge
with
one
knee
drawn
up
,
smoking
.
Her
movement
made
him
turn
to
look
at
her
,
and
he
smiled
.
