Her form stiffened.

The small pale face poked forward between the folds of her motor veil, and all the O'Hara spirit flashed as she spoke to the group of malcontents.
'How dare you! Stand back.

I thought Australian men were men, and that they didn't insult women.' There was an uproar in the veranda, and more cries of 'Shame, Steadbolt, you! ...

You just git, Gumsucker Steve.

We ain't got no use for you, Micky Phayle....