And, lying in her cane chair, Linda felt so light; she felt like a leaf.

Along came Life like a wind and she was seized and shaken; she had to go.

Oh dear, would it always be so?
Was there no escape?
...

Now she sat on the veranda of their Tasmanian home, leaning against her father's knee.

And he promised, "As soon as you and I are old enough, Linny, we'll cut off somewhere, we'll escape.