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Somehow
it
got
done
,
and
Justine
and
Meggie
set
out
in
the
station
wagon
Meggie
had
driven
down
from
Gilly
,
bound
for
the
Hotel
Australia
,
where
Meggie
had
a
suite
.
"
I
wish
you
Drogheda
people
would
buy
a
house
at
Palm
Beach
or
Avalon
,
"
Justine
said
,
depositing
her
case
in
the
suite
's
second
bedroom
.
"
This
is
terrible
,
right
above
Martin
Place
.
Just
imagine
being
a
hop
,
skip
and
jump
from
the
surf
!
Would
n't
that
induce
you
to
hustle
yourselves
on
a
plane
from
Gilly
more
often
?
"
"
Why
should
I
come
to
Sydney
?
I
've
been
down
twice
in
the
last
seven
years
--
to
see
Dane
off
,
and
now
to
see
you
off
.
If
we
had
a
house
it
would
never
be
used
.
"
"
Codswallop
.
"
"
Why
?
"
"
Why
?
Because
there
's
more
to
the
world
than
bloody
Drogheda
,
dammit
!
That
place
,
it
drives
me
batty
!
"
Meggie
sighed
.
"
Believe
me
,
Justine
,
there
'll
come
a
time
when
you
'll
yearn
to
come
home
to
Drogheda
.
"
"
Does
that
go
for
Dane
,
too
?
"
Silence
.
Without
looking
at
her
daughter
,
Meggie
took
her
bag
from
the
table
.
"
We
'll
be
late
.
Madame
Rocher
said
two
o'clock
.
If
you
want
your
dresses
before
you
sail
,
we
'd
better
hurry
.
"
"
I
am
put
in
my
place
,
"
Justine
said
,
and
grinned
.
