Grif: A Story of Australian Life

Grif: A Story of Australian Life
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Farjeon Benjamin Leopold. Grif: A Story of Australian Life

CHAPTER I. GRIF RELATES SOME OF HIS EXPERIENCES

CHAPTER II. HUSBAND AND WIFE

CHAPTER III. GRIF LOSES A FRIEND

CHAPTER IV. THE CONJUGAL NUTTALLS

CHAPTER V. THE MORAL MERCHANT ENTERTAINS HIS FRIENDS AT DINNER

CHAPTER VI. FATHER AND DAUGHTER

CHAPTER VII. GRIF PROMISES TO BE HONEST

CHAPTER VIII. GRIF IS SET UP IN LIFE AS A MORAL SHOEBLACK

CHAPTER IX. A BANQUET IS GIVEN TO THE MORAL MERCHANT

CHAPTER X. ON THE ROAD TO EL DORADO

CHAPTER XI. WELSH TOM

CHAPTER XII. THE NEW RUSH

CHAPTER XIII. OLD FLICK

CHAPTER XIV. LITTLE PETER IS PROVIDED FOR

CHAPTER XV. A HOT DAY IN MELBOURNE

CHAPTER XVI. POOR MILLY

CHAPTER XVII. BAD LUCK

CHAPTER XVIII. HONEST STEVE

CHAPTER XIX. THE WELSHMAN READS HIS LAST CHAPTER IN THE. OLD WELSH BIBLE

CHAPTER XX. THE TENDER-HEARTED OYSTERMAN TRAPS HIS GAME

CHAPTER XXI. THE MORAL MERCHANT CALLS A MEETING OF HIS CREDITORS

CHAPTER XXII. ALICE AND GRIF MEET FRIENDS UPON THE ROAD

CHAPTER XXIII. THE STORY OF SILVER-HEADED JACK

CHAPTER XXIV. MRS. NICHOLAS NUTTALL TAKES POSSESSION

CHAPTER XXV. MRS. NICHOLAS NUTTALL RECEIVES VISITORS

CHAPTER XXVI. A NIGHT OF ADVENTURES

CHAPTER XXVII. GRIF BEARS FALSE WITNESS

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The rain pattered down, faster and faster, as the night wore on, and still the two strange companions sat, silent and undisturbed, before the fire. At intervals sounds of altercation from without were heard, and occasionally a woman's drunken shriek or a ruffian's muttered curse was borne upon the angry wind. A step upon the creaking stairs would cause the girl's face to assume an expression of watchfulness: for a moment only; the next, she would relapse into dreamy listlessness. Grif had thrown himself upon the floor at her feet. He was not asleep, but dozing; for at every movement that Alice made, he opened his eyes, and watched. The declaration of friendship he had made to her had something sacramental in it. When he said that he would be true and faithful to her, he meant it with his whole heart and soul. The better instincts of the boy had been brought into play by contact with the pure nature of a good woman. He had never met any one like Alice. The exquisite tenderness and unselfishness exhibited by her in every word and in every action, filled him with a kind of adoration, and he vowed fealty to her with the full strength of his uncultivated nature. His vow might be depended on. He was rough, and dirty, and ugly, and a thief; but he was faithful and true. Some glimpse of a better comprehension appeared to pass into his face as he lay and watched. And so the hours lagged on until midnight, when a change took place.

A sudden change-a change that transformed the hitherto quiet house into a den of riotous vice and drunkenness. It seemed as though the house had been forced into by a band of ruffianly bacchanals. They came up the stairs, laughing, and singing, and screaming. A motley throng-about a dozen in all-but strangely contrasted in appearance. Men upon whose faces rascality had set its seal; women in whose eyes there struggled the modesty of youth with the depravity of shame. Most of the men were middle-aged; the eldest of the women could scarcely have counted twenty winters from her birth: many of them, even in their childhood, had seen but little of life's summer. With the men, moleskin trousers, pea-jackets, billycock hats, and dirty pipes, predominated. But the women were expensively dressed, as if they sought to hide their shame by a costly harmony of colours. How strange are the groupings we see, yet do not marvel at, in the kaleidoscope of life!

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"Yes, I've been in quod, I have," said Grif, feeling, for the first time in his life, slightly ashamed of the circumstance.

"And you say," Richard said, bitterly, as the boy slunk back to his corner, "that this is not degradation!"

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