If I thought my girl was like her she'd never have another thought from me, but she isn't, and never was.

The worse luck I've had the closer she's stuck to me, like a little brick as she is.
I'd give all I ever had in the world if I could go to her and say, "Here I am, Jim Marston, without a penny in the world, but I can look every man in the face, and we'll work our way along the road of life cheerful and loving together." But I CAN'T say it, Dick, that's the devil of it, and it makes me so wild sometimes that I could knock my brains out against the first ironbark tree I come across.' I didn't say anything, but I took hold of Jim's hand and shook it.
We looked in each other's eyes for a minute; there was no call to say anything.

We always understood one another, Jim and I.
As we were safe to stop in the Hollow for long spells at a time we took a good look over it, as far as we could do on foot.

We found a rum sort of place at the end of a long gully that went easterly from the main flat.

In one way you'd think the whole valley had been an arm of the sea some time or other.