... Before the door sat Gregory Rose in his shirt-sleeves, on a camp-stool, and ever and anon he sighed deeply... 
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Gregory took up one of the white, crested sheets; but on deeper reflection he determined to take a pink one, as more suitable to the state of his feelings...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...From afar off, as Gregory neared the homestead on the brown pony, he could distinguish a little figure in a little red cloak at the door of the cow-kraal...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Gregory was barely in time with his letter, for Waldo was starting when he reached the homestead, and Em was on the doorstep to see him off...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Every day when Gregory came home, tired from his work, he would look about and say, “Where is my wife? Has no one seen my wife? Wife, some coffee!” and she would give him some...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... 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...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “Does he want them for his horse’s rubbed back?” asked Gregory, new to up-country life...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Perceiving this to be the case, Gregory rode on...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Gregory looked round, but nothing else suggesting itself, he sat down on a box on the opposite side of the door...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...At the door she met Gregory...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...At the centre table, with his arms folded on an open paper, which there was not light enough to read, sat Gregory...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...“I think, Gregory, it would be better if you and I were never to be married...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Gregory crossed and uncrossed his legs...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...There, does that satisfy you?” she asked, looking down at Gregory...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “You have hurt that dog,” said Gregory...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “And what do you think I am like?” asked Gregory, hopefully...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “Oh, you are making fun of me now, you really are!” said Gregory feeling wretched...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “No, I am not, Gregory...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... And Gregory did not thank her...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Gregory drank his soup, and then sat before her, an awful and mysterious look in his eyes...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “I am not going for the post,” said Gregory, impressively...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Gregory inquired of the servants, but nothing more was to be learnt; so the next morning he saddled his horse and went on...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
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