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When he returned O'Dule was seated on the edge of the table, his feet on a stool. He was taking a long sup from the demijohn. Silence fell between them. He knew that she was thinking that last year on the opening morning of the duck season Frank Stanhope had sat at this table with him. She was gazing from the window, far down to where the Point was lost in the Settlement forests. He saw her bosom rise and fall, saw a tear grow up in her eyes and roll unheeded down her cheek. Once safely out on the road they paused to look back..
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