New Norfolk, December 1839
New Norfolk, December 1839Read it again, please, Felix. I want to think on every word.’ Sadie’s husband, Felix McCabe Murray, sat opposite her on his favourite chair on the back verandah. The airless summer heat made each breath an effort. He took off his hat, wiped his face and forehead with a kerchief he kept in his trouser pocket, hooked his hat on the back of his chair, cleared his throat, and read the letter again to his wife.
December 1839
December 1839My dearest Margaret and Sadie.
My dearest Margaret and Sadie.Your cousin, James, is writing this letter for me, as I dictate to him. I have to report to you that on a visit to your mother, and my sister Catherine, in Hobart Town recently, my husband John, discovered she no longer lived in Murray Street. M
