My Brilliant Career Page #5

It'd be different

if you had some property.

You see, our Peter,

he's almost as sure as

made it with Susie Duffy.

What are you talking about?

Oh, we've seen you...

going out at night.

We can't say

we blame you.

He's a good-lookin' lad.

But you don't have any

property, you see, like I said.

You don't think that-

You can't.

Oh, no.

There, there, lovey.

I told you it'd be too much

of a shock for her.

Come on. No one ever really

died of a broken heart.

You see, girl,

things being as they are,

we gotta send you home.

I've wrote a bit

of a letter for you.

Just to tell your ma.

And they don't have

to worry about the money,

not until things look up.

Come on.

Don't take it so hard.

There's plenty of other

nice fellas in the world.

Stanley.

Could you see to Maisie when

you've finished separating the milk?

Come on. Oh! Oh, dear.

Come on.

Let's see how that cake's doing.

Will you bring that in, Aurora?

There now.

Hey, you poor, wee thing.

You poor, wee thing.

We'll get you out. Come on.

Oh, lift up those legs.

Now, come on. Out you go.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

That's the way.

Do you need a hand?

Peeping and prying again, are you?

That's the boy.

Back to your mother. Come on.

It's good to

see you again, Syb.

We heard from Grandmother

that you might be coming down.

I must look a sight.

I'm glad

you saved Five Bob.

Oh, I was lucky, that's all.

Did- Did you find the answers

to all those questions?

I mean, what was wrong with the world

- Oh, yes.

Partly me.

Well,

here I am.

Yes. I don't suppose you

thought it would be like this.

Aunt Gussie sends her love.

She's very keen

on me getting married.

Yes, I think

it's a good idea too.

Oh, Syb, do you?

Yes. Gertie's

just right for you.

She's everything I'm not.

Look, I've got to change.

Father's down in the paddock.

Syb! It's not Gertie I-

It's you.

It's you I want to marry.

Please, please understand.

You promised if I needed you-

I do, Syb.

I love you.

I want to marry you.

Trust me, Syb.

It's me I don't trust.

Can't you see?

The last thing I want is-

is to be a wife out in the bush,

having a baby every year.

You can have

anything you want.

We can go to the city

as much as you like.

Dear, dear Harry.

Maybe I'm ambitious, selfish.

But I can't lose myself

in somebody else's life...

when I haven't lived my own yet.

I want to be a writer.

At least I'm going to try.

But I've got to do it now.

And I've got to do it alone.

Please try and understand.

I thought you loved me.

Harry.

Don't you love me even a little?

Oh, Harry.

I'm so near loving you.

But I'd destroy you.

And I can't do that.

"So now

I've written it all down.

"Why? To try

and make sense of it?

"It may come out sounding

like a couple of nails...

"in a rusty tin pot.

"My ineffectual life may be trod

in the same round oftoil.

"But I want to tell everyone

about my own people,

"how I love them and pity them,

"pity all of us.

"The sun is shining

on another day,

"and hope is whispering in my ear.

"With love and good wishes to all,

"good night.

"Good-bye.

Amen. "

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