Marcus Clarke, For the Term of His Natural Life…
“ The intelligence, transmitted by the ever-active semaphore, reached the Commandant in the midst of dinner, and in his agitation he blurted it out."These are the two poor things I saw in the morning," cried Sylvia. "Oh, Maurice, these two poor babies driven to suicide!""Condemning their young souls to everlasting fire," said Meekin, piously."Mr. Meekin! How can you talk like that? Poor little creatures! Oh, it's horrible! Maurice, take me away." And she burst into a passion of weeping. "I can't help it, ma'am," says Burgess, rudely, ashamed. "It ain't my fault." ”
