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To exemplify his own share in the proceedings, Bonaparte lay down on the sofa, and shutting his eyes tightly, said, "Night, night, night!" Then he sat up wildly, appearing to be intently listening, mimicked with his feet the coming down a ladder, and looked at Tant Sannie. This clearly showed how, roused in the night, he had discovered the theft.
With the exertion of half its strength Tant Sannie might have flung the girl back upon the stones. It was not the power of the slight fingers, tightly though they clinched her broad wrist so tightly that at bedtime the marks were still there; but the Boer-woman looked into the clear eyes and at the quivering white lips, and with a half-surprised curse relaxed her hold.
"That boy Waldo," said Bonaparte, rubbing his toes, "took himself off coolly this morning as soon as the wagon came, and has not done a stiver of work all day. I'll not have that kind of thing now I'm master of this farm." The Hottentot maid translated. "Ah, I expect he's sorry that his father's dead," said Tant Sannie. "It's nature, you know. I cried the whole morning when my father died.
"I wouldn't say so while that boy was here, it would make him too conceited; but marriage is the finest thing in the world. I've been at it three times, and if it pleased God to take this husband from me I should have another. There's nothing like it, my child; nothing." "Perhaps it might not suit all people, at all times, as well as it suits you, Tant Sannie," said Em.
He folded his arms, and sat on the ridge of the roof looking up at them. "So hot, so bitter, so angry?" It was as though a cold hand had been laid upon his throbbing forehead, and slowly they began to fade and grow dim. Tant Sannie and the burnt book, Bonaparte and the broken machine, the box in the loft, he himself sitting there how small they all became! Even the grave over yonder.
When men and women are equals they will love no more. Your highly-cultured women will not be lovable, will not love. "Do they see nothing, understand nothing? It is Tant Sannie who buries husbands one after another, and folds her hands resignedly, 'The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away, and blessed be the name of the Lord, and she looks for another.
He sat still, staring across the plain with his tearful eyes. Service No. In the front room of the farmhouse sat Tant Sannie in her elbow-chair. In her hand was her great brass-clasped hymn-book, round her neck was a clean white handkerchief, under her feet was a wooden stove. There too sat Em and Lyndall, in clean pinafores and new shoes.
"It's very hard," said Tant Sannie, "I know, for I've lost two husbands." Bonaparte looked up into the German's face. "Oh, what does she say? Speak to me words of comfort!" The German repeated Tant Sannie's remark. "Ah, I I also! Two dear, dear wives, whom I shall never see any more!" cried Bonaparte, flinging himself back upon the bed.
This place was the one home the girls had known for many a year. The house where Tant Sannie lived and ruled was a place to sleep in, to eat in, not to be happy in. It was in vain she told them they were grown too old to go there; every morning and evening found them there. Were there not too many golden memories hanging about the old place for them to leave it?
I clap my baby down to its father, and I go after them. But," said Tant Sannie, regretfully, "I couldn't get up to them; I am too fat. When I got to the corner he was pulling Tant Trana up into the cart. 'Tant Trana, I said, 'you've married a Kaffer's dog, a Hottentot's brakje. I hadn't any more breath.
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