She touched the spring of her dressing-case, and ascertained that the scent-bottle and a novel from Mudie's were both handy

Ahead of them the bodyguard Marsh was pushing the pace as best he could, though the tall figure in his stiffened longcoat had stopped for a moment beneath a withered jupe tree, where an equally withered old monk sat perched on a bench talking to a dog that was watching Marsh instead.

This fella song all about the Aboriginal people, coloured people, black people longa Australia. Us people want our land back, we want 'em rights, we want 'em fair deal, all same longa white man. Now this fella longa Canberra, he bin talkin' about a Bran Nue Dae—us people bin waiting for dijwun for 200 years now.

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