... Could the Boer-woman have beheld Waldo at that instant, any lingering doubt which might have remained in her mind as to the boy’s insanity would instantly have vanished... 
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...It came from a dung fire, over which Waldo sat brooding...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...Soon Waldo stood in the door, and took off his hat...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Late in the evening of the same day Waldo knelt on the floor of his cabin...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “I’m very tired, Waldo, my boy,” said Bonaparte plaintively...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “Eat!” said Waldo after a moment, bending lower over his dog...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “Ah, yes! I don’t wonder that you can’t look at me, Waldo,” said Bonaparte; “my condition would touch any heart...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “Oh, Waldo, my dear boy, you are not going to call her,” said Bonaparte, rising anxiously...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... But Waldo stepped out...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “It was such a little whip, Waldo,” said Bonaparte, following him deprecatingly...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Waldo hastened to fetch the animal; but he returned leading it slowly...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... And Waldo waited till the moving speck had disappeared on the horizon; then he stooped and kissed passionately a hoof-mark in the sand...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...I love you better than Waldo, but I can’t tell if I love you better than Lyndall...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... The next morning, Waldo, starting off before breakfast with a bag of mealies slung over his shoulder to feed the ostriches, heard a light step behind him...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Lyndall folded her arms on the gate bar, and Waldo threw his empty bag on the wall and leaned beside her...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “But some women,” said Waldo, speaking as though the words forced themselves from him at that moment, “some women have power...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “I shall not stay here when he is master,” Waldo answered, not able to connect any kind of beauty with Gregory Rose...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...Let me take your arm Waldo...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... She leaned back in her corner, and Waldo drove on slowly in the grey dawn light along the level road...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Waldo looked round; she sat drawn into the corner, her blue cloud wound tightly about her, and she still watched the horses’ feet...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
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