... 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」
... Gregory having finished this letter, read it over with much approval, put it in an envelope, addressed it, and sat contemplating the inkpot, somewhat relieved in mind...
(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」
... 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」
... Tonight, whether it were critically, or kindly, or unkindly, he could not tell, but she looked at him, at the man, Gregory Rose, with attention...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “Waldo drives me,” she replied, passing on; and it appeared to Gregory that she looked at him in the old way, without seeing him...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...I’m sick of this thing,” said Gregory, turning sharply on his heel...
(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」
... “Oh, but aren’t you making fun?” said Gregory, looking doubtfully from her to the Kaffer herd, who rounded the kopje...
(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」
...” persisted Gregory...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “She is not half so good as you are!” said Gregory, with a burst of uncontrollable ardour...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “You are the one being that I love!” said Gregory quivering...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... It seemed to Gregory that there were pulses in the soles of his feet, and the ground shimmered as on a summer’s day...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Gregory Rose was in the loft putting it neat...
(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」
...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」
... “I am not going for the post,” said Gregory, impressively...
(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」
... Gregory rose and questioned her...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Gregory painted...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
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