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Ralph Stock South of the Line — The Preposterous Partner (1922)

No one knew, except Joyce Helliar, what manner of fever it was that consumed Bob Creswell, and she kept that knowledge to herself. It was doubtful if Nambye would understand. Few men suffer from overscrupulousness, and that was what ailed Creswell. Two years ago the flick of a coin had decided whether he or his partner Soames should go to the War. Soames had won, and Creswell had never forgotten it. Soames was to fight his country's enemies; Creswell was to fight nothing more romantic than the Queensland bush and a bank overdraft.
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Ralph Stock South of the Line — The Preposterous Partner (1922)

Joyce did not answer. What could she say? That he, Creswell, would have found time to write under any circumstances? That it was not his fault, but his misfortune that he was not "over there," too, and that he was paying for it doublefold? In short, that Creswell was worth three of Soames, anyhow? When is it possible for a woman to say what is in her mind? And so Joyce Helliar did not answer.
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Ralph Stock South of the Line — The Preposterous Partner (1922)

He had taken to talking to himself of late, though he had no notion of it. A man has little time for noticing anything besides his work when he battles with the Queensland bush.
"Not so bad," he added judicially, inspecting the churned-up earth and root ends that were all that the dynamite charge had left of a six-foot eucalyptus stump. "Not so bad."
With hardly a pause, he went on to the next, a stubborn bloodwood, and opened the attack with a crowbar. It was killing work, and it was killing Creswell, though he would have been the first to ridicule such a suggestion.
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