Rolf Boldrewood,
Robbery Under Arms — Chapter 38
“ Aileen had jumped off her horse and gone in to the old man the moment we came up and she heard his voice.All that long night we could hear him talking to himself, groaning, cursing, shouting, arguing. It was wonderful how a man who talked so little as father could have had so many thoughts in his mind. But then they all are boxed up together in every man's heart. At a time like this they come racing and tumbling out like a flock of sheep out of a yard when the hurdle's down. What a dashed queer thing human nature is when you come to think of it. ”
