But it isn't time that changes one.

Time never counts with me.

It's only feeling that counts.

Oh, of course, I think it all horrible--about the Blacks up North.

They're not allowed on this station--except one or two half civilised stock-boys--and this one fell in love and carried off his gin, and brought her here against my husband's orders.' 'Yes?
And you had befriended them--I gathered that.