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Gavan Blake, attorney and solicitor, sat in his office at Tarrong,

opening his 's letters The office was in a s (at any rate it ht

fairly claim to be the main street, as it was the only street that

had any houses in it) The front rooeon-holes full of dusty papers, a

leather couch, a s

about equal proportions of law-books and novels A fewon the walls The

wooden partition of the house only ran up to the rafters, and over

it could plainly be heard his housekeeper scrubbing his bedroo-room, furnished in the

style ofa cupboard where whisky was always to be found At the back

of the e were servants' quarters and kitchen Behind

the house, on a spare allotment, were two or three loose-boxes for

racehorses, a saddle-rooroom's room This was the whole

establishment A woman came in every day to do up his rooms from

the hotel, where he had his meals It was an inexpensive ood many

whiskies-and-sodas at the hotel with clients and casual callers,

and to a good deal of card-playing and late hours The racehorses,