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Chapter 7 SOUTH KENSINGTON

Word Count: 1975    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

gland that summer was, very naturally, to visit th

ds, who believed that New Zealand was an inland colony, and who asked if Victoria was not the capital of Sydney. On that very first evening he had made a sort of offer to escort Colonel Bristo and Alice; but there he was too late; and he experienced the first of a series of petty mortifications-already mentioned-which originated from a common cause. Mr.

tely and with his eyes open. He made his excuses, and never alluded to the mat

are not Greek to you, to thread corridors lined with curios which you hail as the household gods of your exile. Instead of the bored outsider, with his shallow appreciation of everything, you become at once a discriminate observer and intelligent critic, and sightseeing for once loses its tedium. Dick wandered from ais

e heard mamma reply with bated breath that she supposed so; then the small boy smacked his lips, and uttered awed (though slangy) ejaculations, and the enlightened parent led him on to wonders new. But Dick still gazed at the nuggets; he was wonder

in on his apish face, and dressed gorgeously. He wore a high white hat tilted backward, a snowy waistcoat, a dazzling tie, and a black frock-coat, with an enormous red rose in the button hole. His legs, which now formed two sides of an equilateral triangle with the floor for its base, were encased in

n simply asked, in a nas

only a degree less haughtily than if he had com

the man more explicitly, his fingers it

an uncomprom

ll piece of pasteboard was held in front o

. Stephe

nsane impulse to ex

Marshall

e s

tched out

low; but how could I expect to s

man! It was only the Legislative Assembly when you and me was mates

ongratulate y

ed the senator magnanimously;

the gum leaves to see you agai

n do; though, after all, this Colony'll do as good any day in the week. I can't see

ushmen are not to be denied or trifled with on such points. The little ma

Country licks us. This Colony can't come within a cooee of you with the beer, and I'm

e Colonial beer had been no better than-other Colonial beer-a brew with a bad name. Dick observed an odd habit Mr. Biggs had of referri

eat deal into his first few days, and had already "done" half London), of the Exhibition, of being fêted by the flower of Britain and fed on the fat of the land; and though his English was scar

criticised the romantic group of blacks and fauna in

said

ow; and," dropping his voice mysteriously, "there'

trips of bark and its bench and wash-basin, though some bushmen were heard to deny

as he saw the Hut. "That's

something realler." He drew Dick to the window of t

in that case he must have been admitted the most picturesque exhibit in the Colonial Courts, as he looked the most genuine; for the man was dressed in the simple mode of an Australian stockman, and looked the part from the thin soles of his plain side-spring boots to the crown of his cabbage-tree hat. From under the broad brim of the latter a pair of quick, dark eyes played restlessly among the people who passed in and out, or thronged the door of t

t cove?" inquired the Hon. Ste

manner, "he looks the real thing too. I suppose

found out he don't belong to the place. No; he's an ordinary customer, who pays his bob every morning when the show opens

, what on earth is his object?

f my own about that, though some of the people

" sai

n the fellow's the dead spit of a detective; what'

efore, though I can't tell where. I rememb

oy, you may be the

en turned grave in a moment, and repea

Australian, if ever I

e he's what

s come over on purpose

he has.

ve seen him out there somew

plenty of his sort in this Colony, and as s

the Exhibition, and spe

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