They came to the home-paddock gate. The moon was high above the pines. Underneath there were the lesser lights, the earthly lights, but all else was celestial peace.
"I hope they're not looking for me still," said Moya.
"If they are I must go and look for them."
"I won't let you. It's too sweet—the pines—the moonlight—everything."
They rode up to the homestead, with each roof beaming to the moon.
"Not much of a place for the belle of Toorak," sighed Rigden.
"Perhaps not. But, of all places, the place for me!"
"You're as keen as Ives," laughed Rigden as he helped her to dismount. "And I was so afraid the place would choke you off!"
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