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Chapters (41)
  1. COVER PAGE
  2. PRAISE
  3. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  4. NOTE
  5. CHAPTER ONE: THE NOBLE LEGACY
  6. CHAPTER TWO: FROG HOLLOW
  7. CHAPTER THREE: THE RUM HOSPITAL
  8. CHAPTER FOUR: A HIGH IN THE BIGHT
  9. CHAPTER FIVE: ALWAYS DIFFERENT, ALWAYS THE SAME
  10. CHAPTER SIX: A DEAD CLERK
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN: THE CLEVER LIE
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT: A PLACE I CAN NEITHER SPELL NOR PRONOUNCE
  13. CHAPTER NINE: TRAVERSING THE DOMAIN
  14. CHAPTER TEN: THIS IS NOT IMPERIAL RUSSIA
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN: ANGEL OF MERCY
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE: HARD LABOUR
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN: CORANGAMITE
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN: THRIVE
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN: THE RESPECTABLE ESTABLISHMENT
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN: CINNAMON BISCUITS
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: THE WIFE OF THE MINISTER
  22. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: DO NOT TAKE OUR WORD FOR IT
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN: OFFENCES AGAINST THE PERSON
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY: THE LETHARGY OF INDIFFERENCE
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: DECEIT
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: ANY TRAIN TO EMU PLAINS
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: DECEIT II
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: FLASH FLOOD
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: INDISPOSED
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: NO BABIES HERE
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: LARGE EVENTS AND SMALL DETAILS
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: THE BABY FARM
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: STAGE FRIGHT
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY: UNTETHERED
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: WATERLOO
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO: THE TRANSIENCE OF ALL THINGS
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: ASYLUM
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR: BITTER
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE: FEDERATION
  40. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  41. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

He found he did not know how to address her.

‘Eleanor. My dear. You are unharmed? I am afraid I could not locate you in all this mayhem. Were you alarmed?’

‘Alasdair. I believe I was very much alarmed. I looked for you inside.’

Eleanor did not look alarmed. Her expression was difficult to read; some immense emotion swirled just below the surface, he fancied, though he could not label it fear and had no other name for it. She watched him as though from a very great distance.

‘Are you alright, sir?’ said Greensmith, hovering a little in the manner of a subordinate who, in the face of danger, had found himself absent from his master’s side and was now anxious to make amends. Not that anxious, perhaps, for Greensmith, a young man of pleasing if somewhat bland features, of average stature and clothed conservatively in the best coat and hat that a man on a secretary’s salary might afford, remained steadfastly at Mrs Dunlevy’s side as though he had been posted there.

‘Quite alright, Greensmith, as you see. Come, Eleanor, let us go. There is nothing to be gained by remaining here. A lot of silly talk, in fact, that I think it might be best to avoid.’

Eleanor did not enquire what the silly talk was of and he was thankful, for he did not wish to tell her. She had her coat on already and a fur pulled closely about her neck against the chill night air outside. She had been leaving then—without him? Or had she stood here to await him? He did not know.

‘It will be a devil of a job finding a cab,’ he said instead, finding safety in platitudes, and he left her and went down the front steps just as if he intended to stand in the wind and the rain hailing a cab himself. Greensmith had an umbrella ready in his hands but, instead of following, his secretary opened the umbrella over his wife’s head, though she was quite sheltered from the weather on the covered verandah. Irritated, Alasdair summoned a footman and ordered him to find a cab. He rejoined his wife and secretary, and they stood silently staring ahead of them, the rain beating on the roof above.