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 		<dc:source>https://archive.org/details/whilebillyboils00lawsuoft</dc:source>
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 		<meta property="se:production-notes">The text is mostly based on the Gutenberg transcription of the 1896 original, but I have changed it based on scans of the later 1913 edition. This edition adds additional emphasis and italics, but also changes character names and some of the stories in small ways. However, I have reverted the change of replacing every third-person occurance of “goanna” with “iguana.”</meta>
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 			<h2 epub:type="title">An Unfinished Love Story</h2>
-			<p>Brook let down the heavy, awkward sliprails, and the gaunt cattle stumbled through, with aggravating deliberation, and scattered slowly among the native apple-trees along the sidling. First there came an old easygoing red poley cow, then a dusty white cow; then two shaggy, half-grown calves⁠—who seemed already to have lost all interest in existence⁠—and after them a couple of “babies,” sleek, glossy, and cheerful; then three more tired-looking cows, with ragged udders and hollow sides; then a lanky barren heifer⁠—red, of course⁠—with half-blind eyes and one crooked horn⁠—she was noted for her great agility in jumping two-rail fences, and she was known to the selector as “Queen Elizaberth;” and behind her came a young cream-coloured milker⁠—a mighty proud and contented young mother⁠—painfully and patiently dragging her first calf, which was hanging obstinately to a teat, with its head beneath her hind legs. Last of all there came the inevitable red steer, who scratched the dust and let a stupid <i>bwoo-ur-r-rr</i> out of him as he snuffed at the rails.</p>
+			<p>Brook let down the heavy, awkward sliprails, and the gaunt cattle stumbled through, with aggravating deliberation, and scattered slowly among the native apple-trees along the sidling. First there came an old easygoing red poley cow, then a dusty white cow; then two shaggy, half-grown calves⁠—who seemed already to have lost all interest in existence⁠—and after them a couple of “babies,” sleek, glossy, and cheerful; then three more tired-looking cows, with ragged udders and hollow sides; then a lanky barren heifer⁠—red, of course⁠—with half-blind eyes and one crooked horn⁠—she was noted for her great agility in jumping two-rail fences, and she was known to the selector as “Queen Elizaberth;” and behind her came a young cream-coloured milker⁠—a mighty proud and contented young mother⁠—painfully and patiently dragging her first calf, which was hanging obstinately to a teat, with its head beneath her hind legs. Last of all there came the inevitable red steer, who scratched the dust and let a stupid <i>bwoo‑ur‑r‑rr</i> out of him as he snuffed at the rails.</p>
 			<p>Brook had shifted the rails there often before⁠—fifteen years ago⁠—perhaps the selfsame rails, for stringy-bark lasts long; and the action brought the past near to him⁠—nearer than he wished. He did not like to think of that hungry, wretched selection existence; he felt more contempt than pity for the old-fashioned, unhappy boy, who used to let down the rails there, and drive the cattle through.</p>
 			<p>He had spent those fifteen years in cities, and had come here, prompted more by curiosity than anything else, to have a quiet holiday. His father was dead; his other relations had moved away, leaving a tenant on the old selection.</p>
 			<p>Brook rested his elbow on the top rail of an adjacent panel and watched the cattle pass, and thought until Lizzie⁠—the tenant’s niece⁠—shoved the red steer through and stood gravely regarding him (Brook, and not the steer); then he shifted his back to the fence and looked at her. He had not much to look at: a short, plain, thin girl of nineteen, with rather vacant grey eyes, dark ringlets, and freckles; she had no complexion to speak of; she wore an ill-fitting print frock, and a pair of men’s ’lastic-sides several sizes too large for her. She was “studying for a schoolteacher;” that was the height of the ambition of local youth. Brook was studying her.</p>