and she'd have to be satisfied with that.
I'd got it settled, and was just turning in through the big white gates
to the goods-shed when young Black, the squatter, dashed past the station
in his big new waggonette, with his wife and a driver
and a lot of portmanteaus and rugs and things. They were going
to do the grand in Sydney over Christmas. Now it was young Black
who was so shook after Mary when she was in service with the Blacks
before the old man died, and if I hadn't come along --
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