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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THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
if only in helping to aid his self possession. <strong>The</strong><br />
man lit a cigarette from <strong>the</strong> smouldering end. With<br />
strong lungs he blew away <strong>the</strong> white ash, <strong>the</strong> better<br />
to give his cigarette a clear start in sacrificing itself<br />
to its soothing duty. <strong>The</strong>n he flung <strong>the</strong> cheroot<br />
stump far out into <strong>the</strong> night. Into <strong>the</strong> garden, towards<br />
<strong>the</strong> tea-bush where <strong>the</strong> beautiful coolie had<br />
lacked appreciation <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Mem-Sahib's kindly<br />
smile <strong>of</strong> sympathy some time before. <strong>The</strong> glowing<br />
stump l<strong>and</strong>ed beyond <strong>the</strong> wide ver<strong>and</strong>ah, half-way<br />
across <strong>the</strong> path, being damp <strong>and</strong> heavy with nicotine.<br />
Clare could just discern a spot <strong>of</strong> red where<br />
it had fallen. Bruce put a thick cloud <strong>of</strong> light<br />
cigarette smoke through his shapely nose, having<br />
first inhaled it through lungs which boasted a great<br />
expansion.<br />
"Well, what <strong>of</strong> Abdul?" he asked.<br />
It seemed that <strong>the</strong> baronet found <strong>the</strong> line <strong>of</strong><br />
conversation fraught with <strong>the</strong> same danger that<br />
Abdul himself had found in it. It appeared as<br />
though Sir Bruce, strong though he was, must<br />
give himself time to battle carefully <strong>and</strong> tactfully<br />
with <strong>the</strong> type <strong>of</strong> enquiry towards which <strong>the</strong>y were<br />
heading.<br />
"I caught him deceiving me." Clare drew herself<br />
up on <strong>the</strong> long chair, curled her shapely legs uncle<br />
her. She leant forward. Her pretty h<strong>and</strong>s played<br />
with each o<strong>the</strong>r caressingly; she moved <strong>the</strong>m,<br />
locked <strong>the</strong>m toge<strong>the</strong>r, illustrating her points. "I<br />
was asking him whe<strong>the</strong>r all <strong>the</strong> girls earned <strong>the</strong> same<br />
amount <strong>of</strong> money."<br />
"But you know <strong>the</strong>y don't," her husb<strong>and</strong> inter<br />
THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
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rupted her. "You have seen <strong>the</strong>m having <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
baskets weighed each evening."<br />
"Of course, silly, I know. Don't you see? I was<br />
just trying to draw him out."<br />
"Oh, yes; go on."<br />
"Abdul got most hopelessly tied up. In one breath<br />
he told me that <strong>the</strong> girl I was especially asking<br />
about was new to <strong>the</strong> garden. He said he had never<br />
seen her before, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> very next moment he told<br />
me she was <strong>the</strong> fastest plucker on <strong>the</strong> whole Estate."<br />
<strong>The</strong> fastest plucker upon <strong>the</strong> Estate?" Sir Bruce<br />
uncrossed his long legs <strong>the</strong>n crossed <strong>the</strong>m again.<br />
He turned, looked at his wife—looked at her intently,<br />
very slightly paled. He resumed his<br />
smoking.<br />
"Yes, that is what he said. Why—why ever did<br />
he so contradict himself ?"<br />
"Well, <strong>and</strong> what else?"<br />
"That's all. Funny, wasn't it? Oh, yes, <strong>of</strong> course,<br />
I remember more now.<br />
excuse<br />
<strong>The</strong> boy made a<br />
about brushing<br />
futile<br />
your clo<strong>the</strong>s, <strong>the</strong>n abruptly<br />
left me just when I was asking him questions."<br />
Bruce laughed. It was a forced laugh, no ring,<br />
no depth to it. <strong>The</strong> laugh went as far as his throat.<br />
Stopped <strong>the</strong>re!<br />
"One <strong>of</strong> his wives, I expect, my darling,"<br />
Outside a rustle sounded. It was he said.<br />
qui to distinct.<br />
Both heard it. <strong>The</strong> cheroot end had not ceased to<br />
glow out <strong>the</strong>re on <strong>the</strong> garden path.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n something<br />
eclipsed it—passed between it <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> house. But<br />
for that blotting out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> tiny red glow Clare