Kangaroo (Paperback)

Kangaroo By D. H. Lawrence Cover Image


A BUNCH of workmen were lying on the grass of the park beside Macquarie Street, in the dinnerhour. 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, agroup of builders who were putting a new inside into one of the big houses opposite, and thentwo men in blue overalls, some sort of mechanics. Squatting and lying on the grassy bank besidethe broad tarred road where taxis and hansom cabs passed continually, they had that air ofowning the city which belongs to a good Australian.Sometimes, from the distance behind them, came the faintest squeal of singing from out ofthe "fortified" Conservatorium of Music. Perhaps it was one of these faintly wafted squeals thatmade a blue-overalled fellow look round, lifting his thick eyebrows vacantly. His eyesimmediately rested on two figures approaching from the direction of the conservatorium, acrossthe 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, andquiet, with that quiet self-possession which is almost unnatural nowadays. They looked differentfrom 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 unheedingover 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. Halfsheepishly, the mechanic had eased round to nudge his mate to look also at the comical-lookingbloke. And the bloke caught them both. They wiped the grin off their faces. Because the littlebloke looked at them quite straight, so observant, and so indifferent. He saw that the mechanichad a fine face, and pleasant eyes, and that the grin was hardly more than a city habit. The manin 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 housesopposite. 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 expensiveboarding-house. There appeared the foreign little bloke dumping down a gladstone bag at the topof the steps that led from the porch to the street, and the woman, the wife apparently, wascoming out and dumping down a black hat-box. Then the man made another excursion into thehouse, 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.

Product Details
ISBN: 9798561648021
Publisher: Independently Published
Publication Date: November 9th, 2020
Pages: 270
Language: English
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