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Presently his muttering became louder "And fifty pounds a black hat for my dadda for Lyndall a blue silk, very light; and one purple like the earth-bells, and white shoes." He muttered on "A box full, full of books.
"See, they stand still as soon as we do." Perceiving this to be the case, Gregory rode on. "It's all that horse of yours: she kicks up such a confounded dust, I can't stand it myself," he said. Meanwhile the cart came on slowly enough. "Take the reins," said Lyndall, and "and make them walk. I want to rest and watch their hoofs today not to be exhilarated; I am so tired."
"You are acting foolishly, Lyndall," he said, suddenly changing his manner, and speaking earnestly, "most foolishly. You are acting like a little child; I am surprised at you. It is all very well to have ideals and theories; but you know as well as any one can that they must not be carried into the practical world. I love you.
"I do not know," said Lyndall; "but he had what he said he would have, and that is better than being happy. He was their master, and all the people were white with fear of him. They joined together to fight him. He was one and they were many, and they got him down at last.
"How quiet it has grown now," she said, and sighed herself, partly from weariness and partly from sympathy with the tired wind. He did not answer her; he was lost in his letter. She rose slowly after a time, and rested her hand on his shoulder. "You have many letters to write," she said. "No," he answered; "it is only one to Lyndall."
The light through the open door showed him to her, where he lay, with his arm thrown across his eyes. At last he spoke. Perhaps it was a relief to him to speak. To Bloemfontein in the Free State, to which through an agent he had traced them, Gregory had gone. At the hotel where Lyndall and her stranger had stayed he put up; he was shown the very room in which they had slept.
I sat up, and I took the brandy-flask out of my pocket, and I flung it as far as I could into the dark water. The Hottentot boy ran down to see if he could catch it; it had sunk to the bottom. I never drank again. But, Lyndall, sin looks much more terrible to those who look at it than to those who do it.
In the dining room Em worked at her machine, and Gregory sat close beside her, his great blue eyes turned to the window where Lyndall leaned out talking to Waldo. Tant Sannie took two candles out of the cupboard and held them up triumphantly, winking all round the room. "He's asked for them," she said. "Does he want them for his horse's rubbed back?" asked Gregory, new to up-country life.
"There is nothing helps in this world," said the child slowly, "but to be very wise, and to know everything to be clever." "But I should not like to go to school!" persisted the small freckled face. "And you do not need to. When you are seventeen this Boer-woman will go; you will have this farm and everything that is upon it for your own; but I," said Lyndall, "will have nothing. I must learn."
Presently he looked out, where, in the afternoon sunshine, a few half-grown ostriches might be seen wandering listlessly about, and then he looked in again at the little whitewashed room, and at Lyndall, who sat in the doorway looking at a book. Then he raised his chin and tried to adjust an imaginary shirt-collar.
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