The Story of an African Farm, a novel by Olive Schreiner
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page 242 of 369 (65%)
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don't believe in a man who can't make a woman obey him. Now Em--I'm very
fond of her, as you know--but if I tell her to put on a certain dress, that dress she puts on; and if I tell her to sit on a certain seat, on that seat she sits; and if I tell her not to speak to a certain individual, she does not speak to them. If a man lets a woman do what he doesn't like he's a muff. "Give my love to mother and the children. The veld here is looking pretty good, and the sheep are better since we washed them. Tell father the dip he recommended is very good. "Em sends her love to you. She is making me some woollen shirts; but they don't fit me so nicely as those mother made me. "Write soon to "Your loving brother, Gregory. "P.S.--She drove past just now; I was sitting on the kraal wall right before her eyes, and she never even bowed. G.N.R." Chapter 2.VI. A Boer-wedding. "I didn't know before you were so fond of riding hard," said Gregory to his little betrothed. They were cantering slowly on the road to Oom Muller's on the morning of the wedding. |
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