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Portrait of Rolf Boldrewood Rolf Boldrewood Robbery Under Arms — Chapter 42

From the time they're able to walk, boys and girls, they're able to ride, and ride well. See the girls jump on bare-backed, with nothing but a gunny-bag under 'em, and ride over logs and stones, through scrub and forest, down gullies, or along the side of a mountain. And a horse race, don't they love it? Wouldn't they give their souls almost—and they do often enough—for a real flyer, a thoroughbred, able to run away from everything in a country race. The horse is a fatal animal to us natives, and many a man's ruin starts from a bit of horse-flesh not honestly come by.
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Portrait of Rolf Boldrewood Rolf Boldrewood Robbery Under Arms — Chapter 42

What's her name, Lascelles? I suppose you know all about her by this time.'
`Her name is Martin, or Marston, or some such name,' answered Starlight, quite cool and pleasant. `Deuced nice, sensible girl, painfully quiet, though. Wouldn't dance, though, at all, and talked very little.'
`By Jove! I know who she is,' says one of the young chaps. `That's Aileen Marston, sister to Dick and Jim. No wonder she isn't over lively. Why, she has two brothers bush-rangers, regular out-and-outers. There's a thousand on each of their heads.'
`Good gad!' says Starlight, `you don't say so! Poor girl!
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