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"
Oh
,
Frank
!
"
she
said
,
and
took
him
in
her
arms
,
rocking
his
head
on
her
shoulder
.
"
It
's
all
right
,
it
's
all
right
,
"
she
crooned
,
and
softer
still
,
"
It
's
all
right
!
"
*
*
*
He
sat
slumped
and
silent
in
the
car
at
first
,
but
as
the
Rolls
picked
up
speed
and
headed
out
of
town
he
began
to
take
an
interest
in
his
surroundings
,
and
glanced
out
of
the
window
.
"
It
looks
exactly
the
same
,
"
he
whispered
.
"
I
imagine
it
does
.
Time
moves
slowly
out
here
.
"
They
crossed
the
rumbling
wooden-planked
bridge
over
the
thin
,
muddy
river
lined
with
weeping
willows
,
most
of
its
bed
exposed
in
a
tangle
of
roots
and
gravel
,
pools
lying
in
still
brown
patches
,
gum
trees
growing
everywhere
in
the
stony
wastes
.
"
The
Barwon
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
never
thought
I
'd
see
it
again
.
"
Behind
them
rose
an
enormous
cloud
of
dust
,
in
front
of
them
the
road
sped
straight
as
a
perspective
exercise
across
a
great
grassy
plain
devoid
of
trees
.
"
The
road
's
new
,
Mum
?
"
He
seemed
desperate
to
find
conversation
,
make
the
situation
appear
normal
.
"
Yes
,
they
put
it
through
from
Gilly
to
Milparinka
just
after
the
war
ended
.
"
