The Valley of Never-Come-Back, and Other Stories (Classic Reprint) - Tapa blanda

Excerpt from The Valley of Never-Come-Back, and Other Stories

The woman - she seemed to be young under thirty, at all events - loosened her fur with dark-gloved hands (how small a woman's hands looked in dark gloves! He'd forgotten that) and leaned forward. She seemed to be waiting for someone. Imagine any man keeping her waiting.

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Excerpt from The Valley of Never-Come-Back, and Other Stories

Even in bright Sydney, the light seemed a little pale - to Meredith, new landed. It was a sunny day; out in the street, the rays played with you, lightly, pleasantly; indoors, they slipped through narrow windows, and peered, unsure of themselves, among the massed, dusk furniture. Where Meredith had come from, sun-rays bit you to the marrow; they flung themselves in fierce battalions through wide doorways never closed; they burned the scant white mats, and sallowed the basket chairs. A curious, gentle world, this of the cities, in spite of hooting traffic and humanity boiling up like ant-hills; a world of blues and greys and cream colours, nothing emphasized. When you lay in your extraordinarily wide bed in the hotel, of nights, with four choking walls about you, your waist missed the hard bulge of the navy-pattern Colt that had been your bed-fellow for so long; you found yourself snapped into sudden wakefulness, twenty times a night, by footsteps that passed your door. Impossible to realize, just at once, that they didn't mean, didn't threaten, anything.

Up north, far north towards the Line, in Papua, the world was coloured like a parrot's plumes; the seas were flaming blue and furious green. There were no hordes of white folk - a few scores in the settlements; out in the ranges, where Meredith had lived, no one - except the natives, on whose account one slept with that blued-steel companion. They were the people of the unknown; Meredith lived on the edge of it.

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Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com

This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.