There weren't many men that liked to look back at him, much less say anything.
Now he said, 'That means five years of Berrima, Dick, if not seven.

It's cooler than these infernal logs, that's one comfort.' I said nothing.

I couldn't joke.

My throat was dry, and I felt hot and cold by turns.

I thought of the old hut by the creek, and could see mother sitting rocking herself, and crying out loud, and Aileen with a set dull look on her face as if she'd never speak or smile again.