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Updated: June 21, 2025
Through the open door in the gable little Em was visible, her feet dangling from the high bench on which she sat. The room, once a storeroom, had been divided by a row of mealie bags into two parts the back being Bonaparte's bedroom, the front his schoolroom. "Lyndall made him angry," said the girl tearfully; "and he has given me the fourteenth of John to learn.
He was not at all sure that she was not being retained in her present position against her will, and was not a little relieved when she sat up and held out her hand for the shawl. "I must go," she said. The stranger wrapped the shawl very carefully about her. "Keep it close around your face, Lyndall; it is very damp outside. Shall I walk with you to the house?" "No.
Then Lyndall rose, gathered up her papers and letters, and wished Gregory good night. Some time after Em entered; she had been sitting all the while on the loft ladder, and had drawn her kapje down very much over her face. Gregory was piecing together the bits of an envelope when she came in.
The two girls sat on the step of the cabin weeping for the German's return. Lyndall shaded her eyes with her hand from the sunset light. "There he comes," she said, "whistling 'Ach Jerusalem du schone' so loud I can hear him from here." "Perhaps he has found the sheep." "Found them!" said Lyndall. "He would whistle just so if he knew he had to die tonight."
She leaned back in the little armchair; she wore a grey dressing-gown, and her long hair was combed out and hung to the ground. Em, sitting before her, looked up with mingled respect and admiration. Lyndall was tired after her long journey, and had come to her room early. Her eyes ran over the familiar objects.
"Only this lady, ma'am a nurse by profession. She is willing to stay and take care of you, if you can come to terms with her." Lyndall raised herself on her elbow, and cast one keen scrutinizing glance over him. "Have I never seen you before?" she asked. "No." She fell back wearily. "Perhaps you would like to arrange the terms between yourselves," said the landlady. "Here is a chair.
I thought the windows were higher. If I were you, when I get this place I should raise the walls. There is not room to breathe here. One suffocates." "Gregory is going to make many alterations," said Em; and drawing nearer to the grey dressing-gown respectfully. "Do you like him, Lyndall? Is he not handsome?"
I thought it was a doll, and I ran forward to take it; but some one held up her finger and said: 'Hush! it is a little dead baby. And I said: 'Oh, I must go and call Lyndall, that she may look at it also. "And they put their faces close down to my ear and whispered: 'It is Lyndall's baby. "And I said: 'She cannot be grown up yet; she is only a little girl!
But Lyndall sprang from the bed and seized the handle of the door, shaking it fiercely. The door was locked on the outside. She ground her teeth. "What is the matter?" asked Em. The room was in perfect darkness now. "Nothing," said Lyndall quietly; "only they have locked us in." She turned, and went back to bed again. But ere long Em heard a sound of movement.
Lyndall, they made heaven right when they made it all music. It takes you up and carries you away, away, till you have the things you longed for, you are up close to them. You have got out into a large, free, open place.
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