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Waldo waited for her to finish the sentence, but she seemed to have forgotten him. "Lyndall," he said, putting his hand upon her she started "if you think that that new time will be so great, so good, you who speak so easily " She interrupted him. "Speak! speak!" she said, "the difficulty is not to speak; the difficulty is to keep silence."
He would have to count his sheep himself that day; the boy was literally cut up. He locked the door and went away again. "Oh, Lyndall," said Em, entering the dining room, and bathed in tears, that afternoon, "I have been begging Bonaparte to let him out, and he won't." "The more you beg the more he will not," said Lyndall. She was cutting out aprons on the table.
She drew her hat to one side to keep the sun out of her eyes as she walked. Waldo looked at her so intently that he stumbled over the bushes. Yes, this was his little Lyndall who had worn the check pinafores; he saw it now, and he walked closer beside her. They reached the next camp.
"So you will defy me, too, will you, you Englishman's ugliness!" she cried, and with one hand she forced the child down, and held her head tightly against her knee; with the other she beat her first upon one cheek, and then upon the other. For one instant Lyndall looked on, then she laid her small fingers on the Boer-woman's arm.
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.
The woman received it in silence, and laid it across her knee. "With that they will sleep warmly; not so bad. Ha, ha!" said the German. And he rode home, nodding his head in a manner that would have made any other man dizzy. "I wish he would not come back tonight," said Em, her face wet with tears. "It will be just the same if he comes back tomorrow," said Lyndall.
"Diamonds must look as these drops do," she said, carefully bending over the leaf, and crushing one crystal drop with her delicate little nail. "When I," she said, "am grown up, I shall wear real diamonds, exactly like these in my hair." Her companion opened her eyes and wrinkled her low forehead. "Where will you find them, Lyndall? The stones are only crystals that we picked up yesterday.
"Bish! bish! my chicken," he said, as Lyndall tapped her little foot up and down upon the floor. "Bish! bish! my chicken, you will wake him." He moved the candle so that his own head might intervene between it and the sleeper's face; and, smoothing his newspaper, he adjusted his spectacles to read.
The hole was three-eighths of an inch deep then the blade sprung into ten pieces. "What has happened now?" Em asked, blubbering afresh. "Nothing," said Lyndall. "Bring me my nightgown, a piece of paper, and the matches." Wondering, Em fumbled about till she found them. "What are you going to do with them?" she whispered. "Burn down the window."
My darling, let me put my hand round you, and guard you from all the world. As my wife they shall never touch you. I have learnt to love you more wisely, more tenderly, than of old; you shall have perfect freedom. Lyndall, grand little woman, for your own sake be my wife! "Why did you send that money back to me? You are cruel to me; it is not rightly done."
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