Kangaroo. D. H. Lawrence

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       D. H. Lawrence

      Kangaroo

      Published by Good Press, 2019

       [email protected]

      EAN 4057664148391

       CHAP: I. TORESTIN

       CHAP: II. NEIGHBOURS

       CHAP: III. LARBOARD WATCH AHOY!

       CHAP: IV. JACK AND JAZ

       CHAP: V. COO-EE

       CHAP: VI. KANGAROO

       CHAP: VII. THE BATTLE OF TONGUES

       CHAP: VIII. VOLCANIC EVIDENCE

       CHAP: IX. HARRIET AND LOVAT AT SEA IN MARRIAGE

       CHAP: X. DIGGERS

       CHAP: XI. WILLIE STRUTHERS AND KANGAROO

       CHAP: XII. THE NIGHTMARE

       CHAP: XIII. “REVENGE!” TIMOTHEUS CRIES

       CHAP: XIV. BITS.

       CHAP: XV. JACK SLAPS BACK

       CHAP: XVI. A ROW IN TOWN

       CHAP: XVII. KANGAROO IS KILLED

       CHAP: XVIII. ADIEU AUSTRALIA

       Table of Contents

      A bunch of workmen were lying on the grass of the park beside Macquarie Street, in the dinner hour. It was winter, the end of May, but the sun was warm, and they lay there in shirt-sleeves, talking. Some were eating food from paper packages. They were a mixed lot—taxi-drivers, a group of builders who were putting a new inside into one of the big houses opposite, and then two men in blue overalls, some sort of mechanics. Squatting and lying on the grassy bank beside the broad tarred road where taxis and hansom cabs passed continually, they had that air of owning the city which belongs to a good Australian.

      Sometimes, from the distance behind them, came the faintest squeal of singing from out of the “fortified” Conservatorium of Music. Perhaps it was one of these faintly wafted squeals that made a blue-overalled fellow look round, lifting his thick eyebrows vacantly. His eyes immediately rested on two figures approaching from the direction of the conservatorium, across the grass-lawn. One was a mature, handsome, fresh-faced woman, who might have been Russian. Her companion was a smallish man, pale-faced, with a dark beard. Both were well-dressed, and quiet, with that quiet self-possession which is almost unnatural nowadays. They looked different from other people.

      A smile flitted over the face of the man in the overalls—or rather a grin. Seeing the strange, foreign-looking little man with the beard and the absent air of self-possession walking unheeding over the grass, the workman instinctively grinned. A comical-looking bloke! Perhaps a Bolshy.

      The foreign-looking little stranger turned his eyes and caught the workman grinning. Half-sheepishly, the mechanic had eased round to nudge his mate to look also at the comical-looking bloke. And the bloke caught them both. They wiped the grin off their faces. Because the little bloke looked at them quite straight, so observant, and so indifferent. He saw that the mechanic had a fine face, and pleasant eyes, and that the grin was hardly more than a city habit. The man in the blue overalls looked into the distance, recovering his dignity after the encounter.

      So the pair of strangers passed on, across the wide asphalt road to one of the tall houses opposite. The workman looked at the house into which they had entered.

      “What d’you make of them, Dug?” asked the one in the overalls.

      “Dunnow! Fritzies, most likely.”

      “They were talking English.”

      “Would be, naturally—what yer expect?”

      “I don’t think they were German.”

      “Don’t yer, Jack? Mebbe they weren’t then.”

      Dug was absolutely unconcerned. But Jack was piqued by the funny little bloke.

      Unconsciously he watched the house across the road. It was a more-or-less expensive boarding-house. There appeared the foreign little bloke dumping down a gladstone bag at the top of the steps that led from the porch to the street, and the woman, the wife apparently, was coming out and dumping down a black hat-box. Then the man made another excursion into the house, and came out with another bag, which he likewise dumped down at the top of the steps. Then he had a few words with the wife, and scanned the street.

      “Wants a taxi,” said Jack to himself.

      There were two taxis standing by the kerb near the open grassy slope of the park, opposite the tall brown houses. The foreign-looking bloke came down the steps and across the wide asphalt road to them. He looked into one, and then into the other. Both were empty. The drivers were lying on the grass smoking an after-luncheon cigar.

      “Bloke wants a taxi,” said Jack.

      “Could ha’ told you that,” said the nearest driver. But nobody moved.

      The stranger stood on the pavement beside the big, cream-coloured taxi, and looked across at the group of men on the grass. He did not want to address them.

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