pastoral philosophically

Ponderous, ancient authority especially, oh, how shehated it.
He hadfixed his berths on the Manganui, and would sail away in twenty days.
Richard wandered through the village, homewards. Its quite nice that somebody has come to see us, she said to Jaz.
Yet a stillness,and a manlessness, and an elation, the bush flowering at the gates ofheaven. It was only four days to New Zealand, over a cold, dark, inhospitablesea.
They were likepasteboard figures shifting on a flat light. The thorny wattle with its fuzzy pale balls tangleson the banks.
Farewell Victoria and Jazs wife, farewellAustralia, farewell Britain and the great Empire.
All ina pale, clear air, clear and yet far off, as it were visionary. But it was agentle, tolerant, Australian little beast, with untold patience.
Richard found only seven as they wandered along. Im sorry for my own sake and Vickys sake thatshes going. All you white females ragingfor further freedom. There were green roads laid out in the wild,with but one lost bungalow to justify them. Then they driftedacross harbour, nearer to the wild-seeming slope, like bush, where theZoo is. He knew that when he hadspoken a word to the night-half-hidden ponies with their fluffy legs.
Buthe could not bear to be in Sydney any more. She had felt herself free, free, free, for the firsttime in her life.
But they never asked any questions, and they never encroached. Yet a stillness,and a manlessness, and an elation, the bush flowering at the gates ofheaven.
Richard sat in the sun watching the dark coast ofAustralia, so sombre, receding.
It frightened her as a reptile would frighten herif it wound its cold folds around her.
Youmust have a deep, dark weight of authority in your own soul. You cant have this freedom absolved from control. And, probably,the even worse human mistakes of America. They were silent for some time, and the talk drifted.
It was a dark, frightening place, famous for snakes. And now this blackness, thisslew of water, this noise of hellish elements.
So this was the lasttie, this ribbon of coloured paper.
Undying hostilityto old Europe, undying hope of the new, free lands.
And now this blackness, thisslew of water, this noise of hellish elements.
And the blood in Richards veinsall gone dark with a sort of sad tenderness.

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