The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
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210 THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
nickers had been making too free with <strong>the</strong>ir banana<br />
<strong>and</strong> orange skins to please her. "She'd show <strong>the</strong>m."<br />
"I've just had a good cry," Clare told her. "Bruce<br />
has told me everything."<br />
"I wish I could, my dear," replied Florence. "I<br />
envy you. After sleep it's <strong>the</strong> best antidote possible.<br />
Never could cry myself; <strong>of</strong>ten wanted to,<br />
but nothing doing."<br />
This brought a smile to <strong>the</strong> harassed mo<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
"<strong>The</strong>re you are, you see," Florence pointed out.<br />
"What did I tell you? Here am I longing to squinney<br />
<strong>and</strong> can't, while you are feeling better already."<br />
"It isn't <strong>the</strong> cry which has done me good," contradicted<br />
Mrs. Swinton.<br />
"<strong>The</strong>n what <strong>the</strong> hades is it, my dear?"<br />
"Seeing you."<br />
"Fiddlesticks!" said Miss Tooth. "Stuff <strong>and</strong> nonsense!<br />
Don't you start that sort <strong>of</strong> talk with me,<br />
my dear. You <strong>and</strong> I know better."<br />
"Oh, you old darling!" cried Clare, throwing her<br />
arms impulsively round <strong>the</strong> old lady <strong>and</strong> recommencing<br />
her outward <strong>and</strong> visible sign <strong>of</strong> emotion.<br />
"<strong>The</strong>re, <strong>the</strong>re, <strong>the</strong>n!" Have your cry out, dearie.<br />
God knows you've suffered enough to make you."<br />
Sitting herself down in a chair, Florence petted<br />
Clare like any baby. Petted her <strong>and</strong> stayed with<br />
her till she was quite herself again.<br />
"You mustn't judge your boy too badly, my<br />
dear," she counselled her. "You think you know<br />
<strong>the</strong> whole story, but you don't know one-half <strong>of</strong><br />
it, <strong>and</strong> you probably underst<strong>and</strong> less. Bruce was<br />
more sinned against than sinning. <strong>The</strong> boy couldn't<br />
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help himself. Flesh <strong>and</strong> blood wouldn't st<strong>and</strong> what<br />
that boy had up against him. It had to come<br />
sooner or later. Oh, yes, I know. I've no doubt<br />
he has painted himself in <strong>the</strong> blackest terms to you.<br />
Young fool! He needn't even have told you. Do<br />
you realise that, Mam?"<br />
"Bruce would always tell me everything, Aunt<br />
Florence."<br />
"<strong>The</strong>re you are, you see. What do I tell you?<br />
<strong>The</strong> boy's white. Clean white all through. Why<br />
<strong>the</strong> devil shouldn't he sow his wild oats? <strong>The</strong>y all<br />
do. At least, I'll admit we <strong>Australia</strong>ns are among<br />
<strong>the</strong> cleanest livers on earth, but—"<br />
"But it's <strong>the</strong> child. That's <strong>the</strong> awful part!"<br />
"Umm!" said Florence. "Yes, a pity; but—well,<br />
anyhow <strong>the</strong> main thing is that your boy's white.<br />
Now, if he had forged a cheque <strong>and</strong> had been partaking<br />
<strong>of</strong> free board <strong>and</strong> lodging in Long Bay; but<br />
this o<strong>the</strong>r thing, Clare, my dear. Boys will be boys<br />
if too badly put up against it. Underst<strong>and</strong> me well.<br />
I made it my personal business to look into everything.<br />
Do you underst<strong>and</strong>? Everything. Bruce was<br />
forced into it. You know what life is—or, ra<strong>the</strong>r,<br />
what it can be, given <strong>the</strong> circumstances." And <strong>the</strong>n<br />
she told Clare <strong>of</strong> her interview with Molota <strong>and</strong><br />
every detail <strong>of</strong> her visit to <strong>the</strong> isl<strong>and</strong>.<br />
When Florence went she left behind her a more<br />
reconciled Clare, but she felt she would have to<br />
exercise care where Edith was concerned. She<br />
thought it would be best to leave things alone in<br />
that quarter. Wait until matters developed. <strong>The</strong><br />
boy was likely to keep away from <strong>the</strong> girl at first.