... The new man, Gregory Rose, sat at the door of his dwelling, his arms folded, his legs crossed, and a profound melancholy seeming to rest over his soul... 
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “But I’m sure you must be cold,” said Gregory, and put his hand under the cloak, and found there a small fist doubled up, soft, and very warm...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Gregory had said to her, “I will love you as long as I live...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “When my cousin comes tomorrow you will see a beautiful woman, Gregory,” she added presently...
(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」
... She tucked the box under her arm and was about to walk on, when Gregory Rose, with shining spurs, an ostrich feather in his hat, and a silver-headed whip, careered past...
(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」
... “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」
...“I thought Waldo was such a mad driver; they are taking it easily enough today,” said Gregory...
(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 was piecing together the bits of an envelope when she came in...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “Your cousin, now,” said Gregory in an aimless sort of way—“I suppose she’s shut up in her room writing letters...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...As Gregory mounted the stones she started violently and looked up; then resumed her book...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “I hope I am not troubling you,” said Gregory as he reached her side...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “Oh, you never used to ask Waldo like that,” said Gregory, in a more sorely aggrieved tone than ever...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Gregory was not quite sure how to take these remarks...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Gregory felt he must sustain the conversation...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “He’s a nasty, snappish little cur!” said Gregory, calculating from her manner that the remark would be endorsed...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...” persisted Gregory...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...Em wished that he would still sometimes talk of the strength of the master-right of man; but Gregory was as one smitten on the cheek-bone...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...The coloured boy who had driven them to the next town told him in which house they had boarded, and Gregory went on...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “No,” said Gregory, “no...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
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