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Uncle William hurried them to Hennessy's, to dry clothes, a big fire, and nips of grog. Harry made light of his cough, which had persisted since the whooping cough contracted on the roads with the wheat when a boy. He suffered keenly his inability to aid his daughter-in-law, but as Josephine constantly pointed out, he could not give his money to the publicans and still have it for his own use. He had been twice rescued with advances on Josephine's expectations, but this had not prevailed against droughts and the mismanagement due to a lack of bargaining proclivities. He was now meditating a loan from William.
-"Don't take it too hard," said Uncle William to Clare. "I'll take a look around myself. A few pounds is neither here nor there, if you're wanting it. We can spare it."