No prettier sight could the eye look upon than that to be seen from the crest of Kholo Hills, with the great grey downs spreading away to the north-west, flanked by a long, low ridge that marked the course of a narrow stream. Under this ridge stood the future home of Ellis Rhea, forming a picture for a painter's eye as the mellow tints of the setting sun fell upon it. To the east was Broonah, plain and rugged, with a sea of silvery brigalow and tenacious dead-finish for a background. They turned from it to gaze again across the downs of Murrawang.
"It's an ideal home," said Stella, as if speaking to herself.
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