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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228 THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
from abroad <strong>the</strong> girl had lost her wish to marry<br />
him. Now more than ever did <strong>the</strong> consciousness<br />
<strong>of</strong> this curious change take possession <strong>of</strong> her. <strong>The</strong><br />
girl hated herself for still loving him, <strong>and</strong> fought<br />
against it, but found from <strong>the</strong> experiment that <strong>the</strong><br />
subject were best forgotten. <strong>The</strong> more it was<br />
fought, <strong>the</strong> greater was <strong>the</strong> memory <strong>of</strong> it retained,<br />
<strong>and</strong> so to <strong>the</strong> utmost <strong>of</strong> her ability Edith put it<br />
from her.<br />
But now pity, which is akin to <strong>the</strong> deeper sentiment,<br />
were less needed in that <strong>the</strong> results <strong>of</strong> her<br />
lover's indiscretions had been swept away. A strong,<br />
self-reliant Edith Burne took <strong>the</strong> air at Mascot that<br />
afternoon <strong>and</strong> flew better than ever before. In <strong>the</strong><br />
higher atmosphere <strong>the</strong> exhilaration <strong>of</strong> her mood was<br />
so absolute that, strapped in as she was, <strong>the</strong> girl<br />
contemplated looping <strong>the</strong> loop. With <strong>the</strong> idea<br />
came a feeling that though she was in what she<br />
was pleased to call one <strong>of</strong> her strong moods, yet<br />
it was by no manner <strong>of</strong> means a happy strength.<br />
After all, what did it matter—what did anything<br />
matter? Edith swung <strong>the</strong> joy-stick over <strong>and</strong> kept<br />
it <strong>the</strong>re—kept it <strong>the</strong>re till in a haze she was upside<br />
down <strong>and</strong> climbing up <strong>the</strong> air hill, <strong>and</strong> so back<br />
again. It was almost too easy. <strong>The</strong> only difficulty<br />
was knowing when she was right again. <strong>The</strong> air<br />
seemed to have no top <strong>and</strong> no bottom. If relatively<br />
upside down to Mascot, she might be "set" so far as<br />
Mars was concerned. <strong>The</strong> idea made her ligh<strong>the</strong>aded,<br />
<strong>and</strong> to <strong>the</strong> amazement <strong>of</strong> those watching<br />
her below, she looped again, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>n volplaned<br />
down at all too steep an angle. However, she<br />
THE FOOT OF TIME 229<br />
straightened up well enough <strong>and</strong> made a perfect<br />
l<strong>and</strong>ing, to <strong>the</strong> unqualified praise <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> authorities<br />
whose plane she had hired.<br />
To <strong>the</strong> plaudits Edith returned but a perfunctory<br />
acknowledgment. She told herself that she was a<br />
silly, reckless girl; that she had not been clever at<br />
all, <strong>and</strong> that it was a wonder she hadn't killed herself.<br />
"I think I'm miserable," she mused, yet returned<br />
to her parents' home at Orange stronger<br />
than ever, primed with self-confidence.<br />
And <strong>the</strong>re Bruce, choosing <strong>the</strong> very worst<br />
moment it was possible for him to choose, totally<br />
oblivious <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> fact that his mistress <strong>and</strong> child<br />
had gone <strong>the</strong> way <strong>of</strong> all flesh—been ga<strong>the</strong>red to<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir fa<strong>the</strong>rs in <strong>the</strong> <strong>South</strong> Sea scourge—went down<br />
to see her. Inconsolable, <strong>the</strong> poor young fool determined<br />
he could wait no longer. He must see her,<br />
must repeat his declaration <strong>of</strong> unrequited love for<br />
her, must know one way or <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r how matters<br />
stood for him.<br />
<strong>The</strong> journey from <strong>the</strong> Central Station, Sydney,<br />
to Orange had been a particularly tedious one <strong>the</strong><br />
previous afternoon. A long wait at Katoomba, <strong>the</strong><br />
mountain city perched three thous<strong>and</strong> odd feet<br />
above <strong>the</strong> level <strong>of</strong> Sydney Harbour, had not helped<br />
matters, <strong>and</strong> Edith was feeling overwrought.<br />
Burne was in one <strong>of</strong> his most difficult moods—<br />
out with his daughter, yet pleased with her, too;<br />
chock-full <strong>and</strong> brimming over with his own selfrighteousness—a<br />
difficult man to h<strong>and</strong>le.<br />
Bruce was shown into <strong>the</strong> drawing room, a commodious<br />
apartment rarely used by <strong>the</strong> family. <strong>The</strong><br />
place savoured <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> glass case. <strong>The</strong>re was no<br />
romance about that room, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> boy felt it.