... “There was a living man called Bonaparte once,” said she of the great eyes... 
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Napoleon Bonaparte?” ...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “I, sir,” said Bonaparte, “was born at this hour, on an April afternoon, three-and-fifty years ago...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...‘There is only one name for this child,’ she said: ‘he has the nose of his great kinsman;’ and so Bonaparte Blenkins became my name—Bonaparte Blenkins...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “Yes,” said Bonaparte, “on the mother’s side, and that is how we are related...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Bonaparte appeared lost among old memories...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...He had only one fault, that Duke of Wellington’s nephew,” said Bonaparte, observing that the German was deeply interested in every word, “He was a coward—what you might call a coward...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Bonaparte Blenkins waited to observe what effect his story had made...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “Shut the door! shut the door! As you value my life, shut the door!” cried Bonaparte, sinking into a chair, his face blue and white, with a greenishness about the mouth...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “Don’t mention it,” said Bonaparte...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...Thank you,” said Bonaparte, adjusting it on his head, and then replacing it on the table...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Having read this portion of Scripture, Bonaparte paused impressively, and looked all round the room...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Hearing her voice, Bonaparte turned himself on to his back...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “Ah, I—I also! Two dear, dear wives, whom I shall never see any more!” cried Bonaparte, flinging himself back upon the bed...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Bonaparte sat up on the bed with his legs stretched out in front of him, and a hand on each knee, blubbering softly...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “Tant Sannie is a singular woman,” said Bonaparte, taking the tobacco bag the German passed to him...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...” said Bonaparte...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...At length Bonaparte knocked the ashes out of his pipe...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “He, he, he!” laughed Bonaparte, as he stumbled over the stones...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... The boy looked up at him, glad even to see Bonaparte...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “There, beyond the camps,” said Bonaparte, waving his hand oratorically toward the stone-walled ostrich-camps...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... At five o’clock Bonaparte knelt before a box in the German’s room...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...“Somewhere in this room it is; and if it’s here Bonaparte finds it,” he repeated...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
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