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"No words suffice the secret soul to show And truth denies all eloquence to woo."
BASS let the other men go down the track to Parramatta, and crossing into the bush that was opposite the farm, tethered his horse among the scrub and tree fern. Then he himself returned, and, sheltering among some black currajong shrubs which he called "may," kept an eye on the farm.