The frying of eggs in the sun on a sheet of corrugated zinc, so intense was the heat.

The terror of snakes, centipedes, scorpions.

The plagues of flies and white ants.
Then how, during the servantless period, in utter loneliness and Colin's enforced absence at the furthest out-station she had had an attack of dengue fever, and no woman within forty miles of her.
'And your husband allowed this?
But where was that barmaid-looking person who seems to keep house here for stray gentlemen--and, who has the yellow-headed and blue-eyed little boy ?' Bridget's lip curled.
'Mrs Hensor had accepted a temporary situation at an hotel in Fig Tree Mount--the only time I've regretted her absence,' and the musical laugh seemed to Maule to have acquired a note of exceeding bitterness.
'Perhaps you don't know,' she went on, 'that Mrs Hensor is a sort of Helen of the Upper Leura--though unfortunately as yet no Paris has carried her off--I wish there was one bold enough to do it.

She had to be asked to take a change of air because there was rivalry about her between the buyer of a Meat Preserving Establishment and the chief butcher at Tunumburra.

Fair Helen scorned them both.