But it doesn't explain YOU.' She took up a piece of sugar with the tongs, holding it suspended as she spoke, jerkily.
'Why should I be explained?
As for my finding life in the Bush thrilling....

I was dead sick of falsities when I left England, I wanted to be thrilled by something real.' 'And you found that--in your husband ?' 'Yes; I did.

He IS real, at least.

He is true to himself.

So few men have the strength of their goodness or the courage of their badness, when it comes to a big test.' 'Oh! I grant you.