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"
I
really
do
n't
care
one
way
or
the
other
.
"
"
You
did
n't
convert
?
"
"
I
'm
not
a
hypocrite
,
Father
de
Bricassart
.
I
had
lost
faith
in
my
own
church
,
and
I
had
no
wish
to
espouse
a
different
,
equally
meaningless
creed
.
"
"
I
see
.
"
He
watched
Meggie
as
she
stood
on
the
front
veranda
,
peering
up
the
track
toward
Drogheda
big
house
.
"
She
's
so
pretty
,
your
daughter
.
I
have
a
fondness
for
titian
hair
,
you
know
.
Hers
would
have
sent
the
artist
running
for
his
brushes
.
I
've
never
seen
exactly
that
color
before
.
Is
she
your
only
daughter
?
"
"
Yes
.
Boys
run
in
both
Paddy
's
family
and
my
own
;
girls
are
unusual
.
"
"
Poor
little
thing
,
"
he
said
obscurely
.
*
*
*
After
the
crates
arrived
from
Sydney
and
the
house
took
on
a
more
familiar
look
with
its
books
,
china
,
ornaments
and
the
parlor
filled
with
Fee
's
furniture
,
things
began
to
settle
down
.
Paddy
and
the
boys
older
than
Stu
were
away
most
of
the
time
with
the
two
station
hands
Mary
Carson
had
retained
to
teach
them
the
many
differences
between
sheep
in
northwest
New
South
Wales
and
sheep
in
New
Zealand
.
Fee
,
Meggie
and
Stu
discovered
the
differences
between
running
a
house
in
New
Zealand
and
living
in
the
head
stockman
's
residence
on
Drogheda
;
there
was
a
tacit
understanding
they
would
never
disturb
Mary
Carson
herself
,
but
her
housekeeper
and
her
maids
were
just
as
eager
to
help
the
women
as
her
station
hands
were
to
help
the
men
.
Drogheda
was
,
everyone
learned
,
a
world
in
itself
,
so
cut
off
from
civilization
that
after
a
while
even
Gillanbone
became
no
more
than
a
name
with
remote
memories
.
Within
the
bounds
of
the
great
Home
Paddock
lay
stables
,
a
smithy
,
garages
,
innumerable
sheds
storing
everything
from
feed
to
machinery
,
dog
kennels
and
runs
,
a
labyrinthine
maze
of
stockyards
,
a
mammoth
shearing
shed
with
the
staggering
number
of
twenty-six
stands
in
it
,
and
yet
another
jigsaw
puzzle
of
yards
behind
it
.
There
were
fowl
runs
,
pigpens
,
cow
bails
and
a
dairy
,
quarters
for
the
twenty-six
shearers
,
small
shacks
for
the
rouseabouts
,
two
other
,
smaller
,
houses
like
their
own
for
stockmen
,
a
jackaroos
'
barracks
,
a
slaughter
yard
,
and
woodheaps
.
