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present him with it. He threw away the butt end of Sir Luke's cigar when he joined her. For several moments he stood watching her--the picturesque little figure in its dainty frock, the grace of the small head with its crop of untidy hair, the pale pointed face--chin resting in the cup of one flower-like hand, red lips--the upper one like Cupid's bow--slightly parted, strange deep eyes gazing across the dark expanse of river to the scattered lights on the high land opposite. Above, the Southern Cross, set diagonally, in the dark clear sky gemmed with its myriad stars. There could be no doubt that Colin McKeith was in the grip of an infatuation such as he had never known before in his life. It staggered him. His breath caught in his throat and ended in an uncertain laugh. He stuttered in sheer awkwardness. 'I--I say ... you seem to be up in the clouds. You've been awfully down in the mouth--all through dinner. Won't you tell me? Is anything the matter?' Bridget turned and looked at him. Her eyes were softly glistening, her lips trembled. He thought of her as of a child seeking sympathy in a strange land, where nobody understood her and somebody had been unkind. He was intensely stirred by her impulsive appeal. 'Oh! I'm worried. I'm so alone in the world. Nobody wants me--here or in England either. I was just wondering if I couldn't go off and join Joan Gildea.... But she wouldn't want me either, perhaps.' He went closer, stooping over the balustrade. Magnetic threads seemed to be drawing them to each other. He wanted to say, 'I want you,' but dared not. He blurted forth instead? 'What is it? I'd cut off my right hand if that would be of any use to you. Good Lord! That does sound cheek! Only--you know--I'm big enough to bully the whole of Leichardt's Land from the Governor down--and I'd do it if you wanted me to. Just tell me what's worrying you?' 'It's everything--the whole set of conditions from the day I was born into them.' 'Conditions are easy enough things to break, if you're determined to do it. Look here--talk it out.... you can trust me.' Then she recklessly set the flood gates open--laughed with tears in the laughter; drew a tragically amusing picture of her life--her anomalous position, her dependence, her hatred of the pretences, the shifts, the sordid bravado by means of which her impoverished Gaverick relatives clung on to their social birthright, the toadying of the Dowager, the worldl
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