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"
Tide
's
out
,
or
you
'd
have
had
a
rougher
trip
.
See
the
mist
in
the
east
?
That
's
the
edge
of
the
Great
Barrier
Reef
itself
.
Here
on
Matlock
we
hang
onto
it
by
the
skin
of
our
teeth
;
you
'll
feel
the
island
shaking
all
the
time
from
the
pounding
out
there
.
"
He
helped
her
into
a
car
.
"
This
is
the
windward
side
of
Matlock
--
a
bit
wild
and
unwelcome
looking
,
eh
?
But
you
wait
until
you
see
the
leeward
side
,
ah
!
Something
like
,
it
is
.
"
They
hurtled
with
the
careless
speed
natural
to
the
only
car
on
Matlock
down
a
narrow
road
of
crunchy
coral
bones
,
through
palms
and
thick
undergrowth
with
a
tall
hill
rearing
to
one
side
,
perhaps
four
miles
across
the
island
's
spine
.
"
Oh
,
how
beautiful
!
"
said
Meggie
.
They
had
emerged
on
another
road
which
ran
all
around
the
looping
sandy
shores
of
the
lagoon
side
,
crescent-shaped
and
hollow
.
Far
out
was
more
white
spray
where
the
ocean
broke
in
dazzling
lace
on
the
edges
of
the
lagoon
reef
,
but
within
the
coral
's
embrace
the
water
was
still
and
calm
,
a
polished
silver
mirror
tinged
with
bronze
.
"
Island
's
four
miles
wide
and
eight
long
,
"
her
guide
explained
.
They
drove
past
a
straggling
white
building
with
a
deep
veranda
and
shoplike
windows
.
"
The
general
store
,
"
he
said
with
a
proprietary
flourish
.
"
I
live
there
with
the
Missus
,
and
she
's
not
too
happy
about
a
lone
woman
coming
here
,
I
can
tell
you
.
Thinks
I
'll
be
seduced
was
how
she
put
it
.
Just
as
well
the
bureau
said
you
wanted
complete
peace
and
quiet
,
because
it
soothed
the
Missus
a
bit
when
I
put
you
in
the
farthest-out
place
we
have
.
There
's
not
a
soul
in
your
direction
;
the
only
other
couple
here
are
on
the
other
side
.
You
can
lark
around
without
a
stitch
on
--
no
one
will
see
you
.
The
Missus
is
n't
going
to
let
me
out
of
her
sight
while
you
're
here
.
When
you
need
something
,
just
pick
up
your
phone
and
I
'll
bring
it
out
.
No
sense
walking
all
the
way
in
.
And
Missus
or
no
,
I
'll
call
in
on
you
once
a
day
at
sunset
,
just
to
make
sure
you
're
all
right
.
Best
that
you
're
in
the
house
then
--
and
wear
a
proper
dress
,
in
case
the
Missus
comes
along
for
the
ride
.
"
A
one-story
structure
with
three
rooms
,
the
cottage
had
its
own
private
curve
of
white
beach
between
two
prongs
of
the
hill
diving
into
the
sea
,
and
here
the
road
ended
.
Inside
it
was
very
plain
,
but
comfortable
.
The
island
generated
its
own
power
,
so
there
was
a
little
refrigerator
,
electric
light
,
the
promised
phone
,
and
even
a
wireless
set
.
The
toilet
flushed
,
the
bath
had
fresh
water
;
more
modern
amenities
than
either
Drogheda
or
Himmelhoch
,
Meggie
thought
in
amusement
.
Easy
to
see
most
of
the
patrons
were
from
Sydney
or
Melbourne
,
and
so
inured
to
civilization
they
could
n't
do
without
it
.
Left
alone
while
Rob
sped
back
to
his
suspicious
Missus
,
Meggie
unpacked
and
surveyed
her
domain
.
The
big
double
bed
was
a
great
deal
more
comfortable
than
her
own
nuptial
couch
had
been
.
But
then
,
this
was
a
genuine
honeymoon
paradise
and
the
one
thing
its
clients
would
demand
was
a
decent
bed
;
the
clients
of
the
Dunny
pub
were
usually
too
drunk
to
object
to
herniating
springs
.
Both
the
refrigerator
and
the
overhead
cupboards
were
well
stocked
with
food
,
and
on
the
counter
stood
a
great
basket
of
bananas
,
passionfruit
,
pineapples
and
mangoes
.
No
reason
why
she
should
n't
sleep
well
,
and
eat
well
.
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