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Schreiner, Olive, 1855-1920

"The Story of an African Farm, a novel"

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For ten minutes after she was gone Lyndall worked on quietly; then she
folded up her stuff, rolled it tightly together, and stood before the
closed door of the sitting room with her hands closely clasped. A flush
rose to her face: she opened the door quickly, and walked in, went to the
nail on which the key of the fuel-room hung. Bonaparte and Tant Sannie sat
there and saw her.
"What do you want?" they asked together.
"This key," she said, holding it up, and looking at them.
"Do you mean her to have it?" said Tant Sannie in Dutch.
"Why don't you stop her?" asked Bonaparte in English.
"Why don't you take it from her?" said Tant Sannie.
So they looked at each other, talking, while Lyndall walked to the fuel-
house with the key, her underlip bitten in.
"Waldo," she said, as she helped him to stand up, and twisted his arm about
her waist to support him, "we will not be children always; we shall have
the power, too, some day." She kissed his naked shoulder with her soft
little mouth. It was all the comfort her young soul could give him.

Chapter 1.XIII. He Makes Love.
"Here," said Tant Sannie to her Hottentot maid, "I have been in this house
four years, and never been up in the loft. Fatter women than I go up
ladders; I will go up today and see what it is like, and put it to rights
up there.


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