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On Monday, Hugh, Poss, and Binjie had to go out to an outlying paddock

to draft a lot of station-sheep fro, hard job, the three breakfasted by candlelight--a

good old fashion, this, but rather forgotten lately--and Blake also

turned out for early breakfast, as he wanted to get his drive to

Tarrong over while the weather was cool Of the wo tea on a spirit-la them all amused;

while outside in the frosty dawn, the stable boy shivered as he

tightened the girths round the ribs of three very touchy horses

Poss and Binjie were each riding a station horse to "take the

flashness out of hiht as well have tried to shed his own skin; so he bolted

instead, and disappeared with a snort and a rattle of hoofs over

the hill The others folloith their horses very h the saone, Ellen Harriott and Blake were left alone in

the breakfast-roo

Blake's ponies; but inside no one but themselves ake, and as

he finished his breakfast, Ellen stepped up to the table and blew

out the two candles, leaving the rooht

his hand, and he drew her to hiht She had pictured a parting, which was to be such

sweet sorrow Blake had also pictured it to himself, but in quite

a different way