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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CHAPTER XXVI.<br />
"THE UNCONQUERABLE WILL."<br />
IT was summer, <strong>and</strong> to escape <strong>the</strong> humid heat <strong>of</strong><br />
Vaucluse, Clare was putting in three months at her<br />
week-end home at Hazelbrook in <strong>the</strong> Blue Mountains.<br />
Bruce had been home with her for Christmas,<br />
but had now returned to his bachelor flat in<br />
<strong>the</strong> heart <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> city, leaving her alone with Bruno.<br />
Between his work in <strong>the</strong> shipyards <strong>and</strong> study in his<br />
flat, Bruce paid occasional visits to Manly, where,<br />
through <strong>the</strong> sympa<strong>the</strong>tic contrivances <strong>of</strong> Florence<br />
Tooth, <strong>the</strong> lovers, at all too irregular intervals,<br />
could meet.<br />
Clare had been tending her pretty mountain garden,<br />
<strong>and</strong> had gone inside, leaving Bruno out.<br />
Picking up an old dated newspaper, with which<br />
to cover some flowers, intended evidently for<br />
a friend, a piece <strong>of</strong> shipping intelligence caught<br />
her eye. It appeared to vex, <strong>and</strong> also greatly agitate<br />
her. Bruno came inside, <strong>and</strong> with <strong>the</strong> intuition<br />
<strong>of</strong> his race, rubbed his nose against her. Something<br />
had upset his mistress. <strong>The</strong> monstrous brute<br />
sat down on his haunches <strong>and</strong> pawed <strong>the</strong> air invitingly.<br />
"Dear old boy, <strong>the</strong>n!" said Clare. "You<br />
know how I feel, don't you?" Clare <strong>the</strong>n proceeded<br />
to kiss <strong>the</strong> top <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> great head, which, being to<br />
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Bruno's mind sufficient consolation for any mortal,<br />
he stepped majestically across <strong>the</strong> little room <strong>and</strong><br />
out again into <strong>the</strong> garden.<br />
Presently he cocked up one ear. A huge car was<br />
s<strong>of</strong>tly purring its way down <strong>the</strong> lane, <strong>the</strong> driver<br />
occupant on <strong>the</strong> lookout for some house so far unknown<br />
to him.<br />
<strong>The</strong> car drew up at View Cottage, <strong>and</strong> Bruno let<br />
out a low, deep growl, <strong>the</strong>n stood erect across <strong>the</strong><br />
path, barring <strong>the</strong> way. <strong>The</strong> traveller got down<br />
from his car, opened <strong>the</strong> gate, <strong>and</strong> with firm, confident<br />
tread <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> assurance <strong>of</strong> a demi-god, walked<br />
up to <strong>the</strong> hound. Bruno could have given <strong>the</strong> coupde-grace<br />
to two <strong>of</strong> him, big though he was. <strong>The</strong><br />
visitor put out his h<strong>and</strong>, inviting its prompt amputation,<br />
passed <strong>the</strong> palm <strong>of</strong> it on to <strong>the</strong> great lionlike<br />
head, <strong>and</strong> had <strong>the</strong> audacious effrontery to keep<br />
it <strong>the</strong>re. <strong>The</strong> indifferent fearlessness <strong>of</strong> it "took<br />
<strong>the</strong> wind out <strong>of</strong> Bruno's sails," <strong>and</strong> kept it out.<br />
"Now, you're what I call a dog," boomed a deep,<br />
reverberating voice, "<strong>the</strong>re are no half-larks about<br />
you. How do you do, old fellow? Glad to meet<br />
you."<br />
Bruno recognised a master when he met one, a<br />
curious droop <strong>of</strong> his tail indicated acknowledgment.<br />
Slipping his h<strong>and</strong> down to <strong>the</strong> animal's neck <strong>and</strong><br />
exerting a slight forward pressure, Bruno received<br />
dumb comm<strong>and</strong> that he was expected to do <strong>the</strong><br />
honours, <strong>and</strong> effect <strong>the</strong> introduction. Curious<br />
thing, but <strong>the</strong> feel <strong>of</strong> this man's heavy h<strong>and</strong> reminded<br />
him <strong>of</strong> his young master.<br />
Now this was <strong>the</strong> way <strong>of</strong> it.