Poor chap! He wouldn't have been bothering much about strikes in the Never-Never and the supremacy of the British Crown, any more than I should in similar circumstances....

Well, there! I must go and bogey*.' [*Bogey--in Black's language, 'bathe out of doors'] Sudden compunction overswept Bridget.
'Oh, Colin! You would care...

really...

even though they had cut the throats of your four best dray-horses ?' But he had disappeared into a little veranda room, against which a corrugated iron tank backed conveniently, and in a minute she heard the splash of water.
She picked up the paper and looked at the English Intelligence before examining her own letters.

It was quite true.