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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224 THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
far-reaching effect upon her feminine psychological<br />
mentality. Miss Tooth believed <strong>the</strong> news would<br />
sow a seed which, left alone <strong>and</strong> given time, would<br />
undoubtedly give account <strong>of</strong> itself.<br />
Accordingly, Florence sent for her niece.<br />
"Ano<strong>the</strong>r dreadful calamity has befallen Tuamonti,<br />
<strong>the</strong> isl<strong>and</strong> on which Bruce spent a year," she<br />
told <strong>the</strong> girl after <strong>the</strong>y had partaken <strong>of</strong> a somewhat<br />
silent tea toge<strong>the</strong>r. "Pneumonic influenza, my<br />
dear. Ano<strong>the</strong>r <strong>of</strong> Russia's cheap exports. <strong>The</strong>y<br />
give that commodity away free."<br />
"Really, Auntie," replied Edith listlessly. <strong>The</strong>n,<br />
with increased animation as a sudden thought<br />
struck her, "However did you know?"<br />
"However did I know? Listen to <strong>the</strong> child! How<br />
should I know? How does Florence Tooth know<br />
anything?"<br />
"Yes. But, Auntie"—Edith was growing slightly<br />
excited—"why should <strong>the</strong>y write <strong>and</strong> tell you<br />
that? I suppose you are keeping in touch with<br />
someone. What does it matter unless—"<br />
"Just that, darling—unless!"<br />
"You mean?"<br />
"Scarcely a soul left alive on <strong>the</strong> isl<strong>and</strong>, my dear.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was a chieftain <strong>the</strong>re—dead. He had a<br />
daughter—dead."<br />
"Auntie! And—<strong>and</strong> all <strong>the</strong> poor little children?"<br />
"<strong>The</strong>re's not a child left alive on <strong>the</strong> little hell.<br />
Eden, indeed! Eden fiddlesticks! All stuff <strong>and</strong> rubbish—except<br />
<strong>the</strong> scenery!"<br />
"Did many escape, Aunt Flossie—I mean, didn't<br />
<strong>the</strong> isl<strong>and</strong>ers get some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir children away before<br />
it was too late?"<br />
THE FOOT OF TIME 225<br />
"It's always too late with Isl<strong>and</strong> 'flu, Edie,<br />
darling."<br />
"Are you sure—positively, absolutely, true to<br />
God positively certain?"<br />
"Am I certain? Would I send for you <strong>and</strong> tell<br />
you on <strong>the</strong> word <strong>of</strong> any one despicable he-man?<br />
Don't I knoW 'em! Yes, my dear, your old Aunt<br />
Florenc e is certain—as certain as that you sit <strong>the</strong>re.<br />
I've made it my business to be certain. Letters,<br />
cables, telephone, Edith, my dear. Dead—dead!<br />
<strong>The</strong>y are dead, Edith—all <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m! That chapter<br />
is fi lisahne.ccil,yeano,, d I would to God it had never begun<br />
"Good heavens!" Edith Burne went white as a<br />
sheet. Trembling h<strong>and</strong>s hid <strong>the</strong>mselves. <strong>The</strong>re was<br />
no need. Florence had espied some more infamous<br />
picnickers, or, at any rate, she pretended she had,<br />
which was practically as good.<br />
"I'm sure I don't know why I should inflict all<br />
this news that has no interest to you in this way,<br />
my dear," Florence turned <strong>and</strong> remarked after a<br />
suitable interval, to allow <strong>the</strong> full import <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
tidings to sink in. "Anyhow, I felt that any time<br />
you might by chance tumble across Mr. Swinton<br />
You could, if you feel inclined to condescend to<br />
speak to such a—a bounder, just tell him. Er—tell<br />
him in passing, as it were, my dear. He might—<br />
I said might—have some sneaking regard for a few<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> poor late wretches."<br />
For a long space Edith was silent. <strong>The</strong> seed was<br />
germinating; very slowly, yet as slow things can