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"
Is
n't
this
lovely
,
Luke
?
Do
you
think
perhaps
after
a
couple
of
years
up
here
we
might
be
able
to
rent
a
house
for
me
to
live
in
?
I
'm
dying
to
try
something
like
this
for
myself
.
"
"
What
on
earth
do
you
want
to
live
alone
in
a
house
for
?
This
is
n't
Gilly
,
Meg
;
it
's
the
sort
of
place
where
a
woman
on
her
own
is
n't
safe
.
You
're
much
better
off
here
,
believe
me
.
Are
n't
you
happy
here
?
"
"
I
'm
as
happy
as
one
can
be
in
someone
else
's
home
.
"
"
Look
,
Meg
,
you
've
just
got
to
be
content
with
what
you
have
now
until
we
move
out
west
.
We
ca
n't
spend
money
renting
houses
and
having
you
live
a
life
of
leisure
and
still
save
.
Do
you
hear
me
?
"
"
Yes
,
Luke
.
"
He
was
so
upset
he
did
n't
do
what
he
had
intended
to
do
when
he
led
her
under
the
house
,
namely
kiss
her
.
Instead
he
gave
her
a
casual
smack
on
the
bottom
which
hurt
a
little
too
much
to
be
casual
,
and
set
off
down
the
road
to
the
spot
where
he
had
left
his
bike
propped
against
a
tree
.
He
had
pedaled
twenty
miles
to
see
her
rather
than
spend
money
on
a
rail
motor
and
a
bus
,
which
meant
he
had
to
pedal
twenty
miles
back
.
"
The
poor
little
soul
!
"
said
Anne
to
Luddie
.
"
I
could
kill
him
!
"
*
*
*
January
came
and
went
,
the
slackest
month
of
the
year
for
cane
cutters
,
but
there
was
no
sign
of
Luke
.
He
had
murmured
about
taking
Meggie
to
Sydney
,
but
instead
he
went
to
Sydney
with
Arne
and
without
her
.
Arne
was
a
bachelor
and
had
an
aunt
with
a
house
in
Rozelle
,
within
walking
distance
(
no
tram
fares
;
save
money
)
of
the
CSR
,
the
Colonial
Sugar
Refineries
.
Within
those
gargantuan
concrete
walls
like
a
fortress
on
a
hill
,
a
cutter
with
connections
could
get
work
.
Luke
and
Arne
kept
in
trim
stacking
sugar
bags
,
and
swimming
or
surfing
in
their
spare
time
.
