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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

She did not answer him, instead hastened to open the door, struggling with the handle because her fingers would not do as she wished, had grown stiff and clumsy. At last she got it and the door swung open and she stepped down from the cab. With no warning, the ground surged up, it became as malleable as water. For a moment the world went black. She steadied herself against the cab, aware of the horse, its massive hindquarters, its nervous twitching head, its eyes swivelled around to view her.

‘Y’right, lady?’ The cab driver, peering down from his perch.

She pulled herself back. It was intolerable that he should see her tears.

She paid the man, handing him the coins and not caring if it was too much or too little, and turned away at once because his eyes on her face, even with the veil, was unbearable. He was a witness.

She did not wait for the cab to depart but set off along the street and her legs were foreign and unfamiliar to her and did not do as she wished. She stopped when she came to the old house, thrusting aside the teeming banksia with its host of noisy lorikeets, and after a moment’s pause taking the steps that her husband had come down a few minutes earlier.

At the front door she paused, not quite able to catch her breath. She put a hand against the peeling paintwork of the house to steady herself. Beneath her fingers a large flake of paint came away, revealing powdery brickwork. The flake of paint drifted to the ground. She placed the toe of her boot on it and it shattered into dust at her feet.

Something made her spin around, a sound, eyes somewhere watching, but the street was deserted. The cab had gone. She turned back to the house. A wooden signboard was nailed to the wall before her on which the names of the residents were inscribed. Her eyes ran over the list of names, drawn to and repelled in turn by each one. Maj. T.H. Jenkins, Mrs T. Fowler, Mrs S. Longfellow, Mr T.E. Barnes, Capt. K. Littlejohn, Miss V. Trent, Mrs and Miss U. Tiptree. She went back to Miss V. Trent of flat 6, for she was the only Miss on the list aside from the Miss who resided with her mother, or possibly with her married sister. On the whole, Miss Trent appeared the most likely.