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It
was
breath-taking
country
,
so
different
from
Gilly
;
she
had
to
admit
there
was
a
grandeur
and
beauty
here
Gilly
quite
lacked
.
Easy
to
see
there
was
never
a
shortage
of
water
.
The
soil
was
the
color
of
freshly
spilled
blood
,
brilliant
scarlet
,
and
the
cane
in
the
fields
not
fallow
was
a
perfect
contrast
to
the
soil
:
long
bright-green
blades
waving
fifteen
or
twenty
feet
above
claret-colored
stalks
as
thick
as
Luke
's
arm
.
Nowhere
in
the
world
,
raved
Luke
,
did
cane
grow
as
tall
or
as
rich
in
sugar
;
its
yield
was
the
highest
known
.
That
brightred
soil
was
over
a
hundred
feet
deep
,
and
so
stuffed
with
exactly
the
right
nutrients
the
cane
could
n't
help
but
be
perfect
,
especially
considering
the
rainfall
.
And
nowhere
else
in
the
world
was
it
cut
by
white
men
,
at
the
white
man
's
driving
,
money-hungry
pace
.
"
You
look
good
on
a
soapbox
,
Luke
,
"
said
Meggie
ironically
.
He
glanced
sideways
at
her
,
suspiciously
,
but
refrained
from
comment
because
the
bus
had
stopped
on
the
side
of
the
road
to
let
them
off
.
Himmelhoch
was
a
large
white
house
on
top
of
a
hill
,
surrounded
by
coconut
palms
,
banana
palms
and
beautiful
smaller
palms
whose
leaves
splayed
outward
in
great
fans
like
the
tails
of
peacocks
.
A
grove
of
bamboo
forty
feet
high
cut
the
house
off
from
the
worst
of
the
northwest
monsoonal
winds
;
even
with
its
hill
elevation
it
was
still
mounted
on
top
of
fifteen-foot
piles
.
Luke
carried
her
case
;
Meggie
toiled
up
the
red
road
beside
him
,
gasping
,
still
in
correct
shoes
and
stockings
,
her
hat
wilting
around
her
face
.
The
cane
baron
himself
was
n't
in
,
but
his
wife
came
onto
the
veranda
as
they
mounted
the
steps
,
balancing
herself
between
two
sticks
.
She
was
smiling
;
looking
at
her
dear
kind
face
,
Meggie
felt
better
at
once
.
"
Come
in
,
come
in
!
"
she
said
in
a
strong
Australian
accent
.
Expecting
a
German
voice
,
Meggie
was
immeasurably
cheered
.
Luke
put
her
case
down
,
shook
hands
when
the
lady
took
her
right
one
off
its
stick
,
then
pounded
away
down
the
steps
in
a
hurry
to
catch
the
bus
on
its
return
journey
.
Arne
Swenson
was
picking
him
up
outside
the
pub
at
ten
o'clock
.
"
What
's
your
first
name
,
Mrs.
O'Neill
?
"
"
Meggie
.
"
