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Lake
Eacham
lay
on
top
of
the
tableland
,
idyllic
in
its
unspoiled
setting
.
Before
night
fell
they
strolled
out
onto
the
veranda
of
their
boardinghouse
to
look
across
the
still
water
.
Meggie
wanted
to
watch
the
enormous
fruit
bats
called
flying
foxes
wheel
like
precursors
of
doom
in
thousands
down
toward
the
places
where
they
found
their
food
.
They
were
monstrous
and
repulsive
,
but
singularly
timid
,
entirely
benign
.
To
see
them
come
across
a
molten
sky
in
dark
,
pulsating
sheets
was
awesome
;
Meggie
never
missed
watching
for
them
from
the
Himmelhoch
veranda
.
And
it
was
heaven
to
sink
into
a
soft
cool
bed
,
not
have
to
lie
still
until
one
spot
was
sweat-saturated
and
then
move
carefully
to
a
new
spot
,
knowing
the
old
one
would
n't
dry
out
anyway
.
Luke
took
a
flat
brown
packet
out
of
his
case
,
picked
a
handful
of
small
round
objects
out
of
it
and
laid
them
in
a
row
on
the
bedside
table
.
Meggie
reached
out
to
take
one
,
inspect
it
.
"
What
on
earth
is
it
?
"
she
asked
curiously
.
"
A
French
letter
.
"
He
had
forgotten
his
decision
of
two
years
ago
,
not
to
tell
her
he
practiced
contraception
.
"
I
put
it
on
myself
before
I
go
inside
you
.
Otherwise
I
might
start
a
baby
,
and
we
ca
n't
afford
to
do
that
until
we
get
our
place
.
"
He
was
sitting
naked
on
the
side
of
the
bed
,
and
he
was
thin
,
ribs
and
hips
protruding
.
But
his
blue
eyes
shone
,
he
reached
out
to
clasp
her
hand
as
it
held
the
French
letter
.
"
Nearly
there
,
Meg
,
nearly
there
!
I
reckon
another
five
thousand
pounds
will
buy
us
the
best
property
to
be
had
west
of
Charters
Towers
.
"
"
Then
you
've
got
it
,
"
she
said
,
her
voice
quite
calm
.
"
I
can
write
to
Bishop
de
Bricassart
and
ask
him
for
a
loan
of
the
money
.
He
wo
n't
charge
us
interest
.
"
"
You
most
certainly
wo
n't
!
"
he
snapped
.
"
Damn
it
,
Meg
,
where
's
your
pride
?
We
'll
work
for
what
we
have
,
not
borrow
!
I
've
never
owed
anyone
a
penny
in
all
my
life
,
and
I
'm
not
going
to
start
now
.
"
She
scarcely
heard
him
,
glaring
at
him
through
a
haze
of
brilliant
red
.
In
all
her
life
she
had
never
been
so
angry
!
Cheat
,
liar
,
egotist
!
How
dared
he
do
it
to
her
,
trick
her
out
of
a
baby
,
try
to
make
her
believe
he
ever
had
any
intention
of
becoming
a
grazier
!
He
'd
found
his
niche
,
with
Arne
Swenson
and
the
sugar
.
Concealing
her
rage
so
well
it
surprised
her
,
she
turned
her
attention
back
to
the
little
rubber
wheel
in
her
hand
.
"
Tell
me
about
these
French
letter
things
.
How
do
they
stop
me
having
a
baby
?
"
