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Paddy
's
starched
shirt
and
celluloid
collar
chafed
,
the
blue
suit
was
too
hot
,
and
the
exotic
Sydney
sea-food
they
had
served
with
champagne
at
luncheon
had
not
agreed
with
his
mutton-inured
digestion
.
And
he
had
felt
a
fool
,
thought
he
looked
a
fool
.
Best
though
it
was
,
his
suit
smacked
of
cheap
tailoring
and
bucolic
unfashionableness
.
They
were
not
his
kind
of
people
,
the
bluff
tweedy
graziers
,
the
lofty
matrons
,
the
toothy
,
horsy
young
women
,
the
cream
of
what
the
Bulletin
called
"
the
squattocracy
.
"
For
they
were
doing
their
best
to
forget
the
days
in
the
last
century
when
they
had
squatted
on
the
land
and
taken
vast
tracts
of
it
for
their
own
,
had
it
tacitly
acknowledged
as
their
own
with
federation
and
the
arrival
of
home
rule
.
They
had
become
the
most
envied
group
of
people
on
the
continent
,
ran
their
own
political
part
,
sent
their
children
to
exclusive
Sydney
schools
,
hobnobbed
with
the
visiting
Prince
of
Wales
.
He
,
plain
Paddy
Cleary
,
was
a
workingman
.
He
had
absolutely
nothing
in
common
with
these
colonial
aristocrats
,
who
reminded
him
of
his
wife
's
family
too
much
for
comfort
.
So
when
he
came
into
the
presbytery
lounge
to
find
Frank
,
Meggie
and
Father
Ralph
relaxed
around
the
fire
and
looking
as
if
they
had
spent
a
wonderful
,
carefree
day
,
it
irritated
him
.
He
had
missed
Fee
's
genteel
support
unbearably
and
he
still
disliked
his
sister
as
much
as
he
had
back
in
his
early
childhood
in
Ireland
.
Then
he
noticed
the
sticking
plaster
over
Frank
's
eye
,
the
swollen
face
;
it
was
a
heaven-sent
excuse
.
"
And
how
do
you
think
you
're
going
to
face
your
mother
looking
like
that
?
"
he
yelled
.
"
Not
a
day
out
of
my
sight
and
you
're
back
at
it
again
,
picking
fights
with
anyone
who
looks
at
you
sideways
!
"
Startled
,
Father
Ralph
jumped
to
his
feet
with
a
soothing
noise
half-uttered
;
but
Frank
was
quicker
.
"
I
earned
myself
money
with
this
!
"
he
said
very
softly
,
pointing
to
the
plaster
.
"
Twenty
pounds
for
a
few
minutes
'
work
,
better
wages
than
Auntie
Mary
pays
you
and
me
combined
in
a
month
!
I
knocked
out
three
good
boxers
and
lasted
the
distance
with
a
lightweight
champion
in
Jimmy
Sharman
's
tent
this
afternoon
.
And
I
earned
myself
twenty
pounds
.
It
may
not
fit
in
with
your
ideas
of
what
I
ought
to
do
,
but
this
afternoon
I
earned
the
respect
of
every
man
present
!
"
"
A
few
tired
,
punch-drunk
old
has-beens
at
a
country
show
,
and
you
're
full
of
it
?
Grow
up
,
Frank
!
I
know
you
ca
n't
grow
any
more
in
body
,
but
you
might
make
an
effort
for
your
mother
's
sake
to
grow
in
mind
!
"
The
whiteness
of
Frank
's
face
!
Like
bleached
bones
.
It
was
the
most
terrible
insult
a
man
could
offer
him
,
and
this
was
his
father
;
he
could
n't
strike
back
.
His
breathing
started
coming
from
the
bottom
of
his
chest
with
the
effort
of
keeping
his
hands
by
his
sides
.
"
No
has-beens
,
Daddy
.
You
know
who
Jimmy
Sharman
is
as
well
as
I
do
.
And
Jimmy
Sharman
himself
said
I
had
a
terrific
future
as
a
boxer
;
he
wants
to
take
me
into
his
troupe
and
train
me
.
And
he
wants
to
pay
me
!
I
may
not
grow
any
bigger
,
but
I
'm
big
enough
to
lick
any
man
ever
born
--
and
that
goes
for
you
,
too
,
you
stinking
old
he-goat
!
"
The
inference
behind
the
epithet
was
not
lost
on
Paddy
;
he
went
as
white
as
his
son
.
"
Do
n't
you
dare
call
me
that
!
"
"
What
else
are
you
?
You
're
disgusting
,
you
're
worse
than
a
ram
in
rut
!
Could
n't
you
leave
her
alone
,
could
n't
you
keep
your
hands
off
her
?
"
