'Eucalyptic cloisterdom'-- that was the phrase, and it was this to which she had condemned herself.

The gum trees enclosed for her one immense cell and she had become utterly weary of her mental and her spiritual incarceration.

Oh! for the sting of love's strong emotion to break the monotony.

The most sordid sights and sounds of London streets, the most inane babble of a fashionable crowd would be more stimulating to her brain, sweeter in her ears than the arid expanse, the weird bush noises--howl of dingoes, wail of curlews, lowing of cattle--that a year ago had seemed so eerily fascinating.
Even her marriage! The romance of it had faded, as it were, into the dull drab of withered gum leaves.

The charm of primal conditions had been overpowered by their discomfort.