Dream Life and Real Life; a little African story by Olive Schreiner
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Presently a servant came in and gave her a card.
"Say I am busy and can see no one now. I have to finish this article by two o'clock." The servant came back. The caller said she would only keep her a moment: it was necessary she should see her. The woman rose from her desk. "Tell the boy to wait. Ask the lady to come in." A young woman in a silk dress, with a cloak reaching to her feet, entered. She was tall and slight, with fair hair. "I knew you would not mind. I wished to see you so!" The woman offered her a seat by the fire. "May I loosen your cloak?--the room is warm." "I wanted so to come and see you. You are the only person in the world who could help me! I know you are so large, and generous, and kind to other women!" She sat down. Tears stood in her large blue eyes: she was pulling off her little gloves unconsciously. "You know Mr.--" (she mentioned the name of a well-known writer): "I know you meet him often in your work. I want you to do something for me!" The woman on the hearth-rug looked down at her. "I couldn't tell my father or my mother, or any one else; but I can tell |
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