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Chapter 12-2
The buggy bumped along the poor streets of Sydney’s wharf area. No wood-paved roads cleaned nightly down here. Cobbles and mud populated by filthy dogs, raggedy children, hollow-eyed men and grey women. The children appeared happy enough playing their games in the laneways. What did they know of secret evils? Clement noticed one girl, her dress hanging limply to her calves, bare feet streaked with dirt. Her face between child and adult, fairy tale and whimsy into hard-edged reality. He pulled on the reins and brake and his horse came to a clacking stop. ‘I’m looking for Market Wharf. Do you know it?’ The girl’s bright blue eyes flashed on him, raked him from top hat to polished leather boot-tip, but she didn’t answer. ‘I have an artist friend down there. Very nice chap, you may have se
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