\"’Mysalvationisinwork，ifIshouldstopbutforonemomentyouwouldcreepdownuponme，’hereplied。Andtheyputouttheirlongnecksfurther。
\"’Lookdownintothecreviceatyourfeet，’theysaid。’Seewhatliethere——whitebones！Asbraveandstrongamanasyouclimbedtotheserocks。’Andhelookedup。Hesawtherewasnouseinstriving；hewouldneverholdTruth，neverseeher，neverfindher。Sohelaydownhere，forhewasverytired。Hewenttosleepforever。Heputhimselftosleep。
Sleepisverytranquil。Youarenotlonelywhenyouareasleep，neitherdoyourhandsache，noryourheart。Andthehunterlaughedbetweenhisteeth。
\"’HaveItornfrommyheartallthatwasdearest；haveIwanderedaloneinthelandofnight；haveIresistedtemptation；haveIdweltwherethevoiceofmykindisneverheard，andlabouredalone，toliedownandbefoodforyou，yeharpies？’
\"Helaughedfiercely；andtheEchoesofDespairslunkaway，forthelaughofabrave，strongheartisasadeathblowtothem。
\"Neverthelesstheycreptoutagainandlookedathim。
\"’Doyouknowthatyourhairiswhite？’theysaid，’thatyourhandsbegintotremblelikeachild’s？Doyouseethatthepointofyourshuttleisgone？——itiscrackedalready。Ifyoushouldeverclimbthisstair，’theysaid，’itwillbeyourlast。Youwillneverclimbanother。’
\"Andheanswered，’Iknowit！’andworkedon。
\"Theold，thinhandscutthestonesillandjaggedly，forthefingerswerestiffandbent。Thebeautyandthestrengthofthemanwasgone。
\"Atlast，anold，wizened，shrunkenfacelookedoutabovetherocks。Itsawtheeternalmountainsrisewithwallstothewhiteclouds；butitsworkwasdone。
\"Theoldhunterfoldedhistiredhandsandlaydownbytheprecipicewherehehadworkedawayhislife。Itwasthesleepingtimeatlast。Belowhimoverthevalleysrolledthethickwhitemist。Onceitbroke；andthroughthegapthedyingeyeslookeddownonthetreesandfieldsoftheirchildhood。Fromafarseemedbornetohimthecryofhisownwildbirds，andheheardthenoiseofpeoplesingingastheydanced。Andhethoughtheheardamongthemthevoicesofhisoldcomrades；andhesawfaroffthesunlightshineonhisearlyhome。Andgreattearsgatheredinthehunter’seyes。
\"’Ah！Theywhodietheredonotdiealone，’hecried。
\"Thenthemistsrolledtogetheragain；andheturnedhiseyesaway。
\"’Ihavesought，’hesaid，’forlongyearsIhavelaboured；butIhavenotfoundher。Ihavenotrested，Ihavenotrepined，andIhavenotseenher；
nowmystrengthisgone。WhereIliedownwornoutothermenwillstand，youngandfresh。BythestepsthatIhavecuttheywillclimb；bythestairsthatIhavebuilttheywillmount。Theywillneverknowthenameofthemanwhomadethem。Attheclumsyworktheywilllaugh；whenthestonesrolltheywillcurseme。Buttheywillmount，andonmywork；theywillclimb，andbymystair！Theywillfindher，andthroughme！Andnomanlivethtohimselfandnomandiethtohimself。’
\"Thetearsrolledfrombeneaththeshrivelledeyelids。IfTruthhadappearedabovehiminthecloudsnowhecouldnothaveseenher，themistofdeathwasinhiseyes。
\"’Mysoulhearstheirgladstepcoming，’hesaid；’andtheyshallmount！
theyshallmount！’Heraisedhisshrivelledhandtohiseyes。
\"Thenslowlyfromthewhiteskyabove，throughthestillair，camesomethingfalling，falling，falling。Softlyitfluttereddown，anddroppedontothebreastofthedyingman。Hefeltitwithhishands。Itwasafeather。Hediedholdingit。\"
Theboyhadshadedhiseyeswithhishand。Onthewoodofthecarvinggreatdropsfell。Thestrangermusthavelaughedathim，orremainedsilent。Hedidso。
\"Howdidyouknowit？\"theboywhisperedatlast。\"Itisnotwrittenthere——notonthatwood。Howdidyouknowit？\"
\"Certainly，\"saidthestranger，\"thewholeofthestoryisnotwrittenhere，butitissuggested。Andtheattributeofalltrueart，thehighestandthelowest，isthis——thatitraysmorethanitsays，andtakesyouawayfromitself。Itisalittledoorthatopensintoaninfinitehallwhereyoumayfindwhatyouplease。Men，thinkingtodetract，say：’Peoplereadmoreinthisorthatworkofgeniusthanwaseverwritteninit，’notperceivingthattheypaythehighestcompliment。Ifwepickupthefingerandnailofarealman，wecandecipherawholestory——couldalmostreconstructthecreatureagain，fromheadtofoot。ButhalfthebodyofaMumboo—jumbowidolleavesusutterlyinthedarkastowhattherestwaslike。Weseewhatwesee，butnothingmore。Thereisnothingsouniversallyintelligibleastruth。Ithasathousandmeanings，andsuggestsathousandmore。\"
Heturnedoverthewoodenthing。
\"Thoughamanshouldcarveitintomatterwiththeleastpossiblemanipulativeskill，itwillyetfindinterpreters。Itisthesoulthatlooksoutwithburningeyesthroughthemostgrossfleshlyfilament。
Whosoevershouldportraytrulythelifeanddeathofalittleflower——itsbirth，suckinginofnourishment，reproductionofitskind，witheringandvanishing——wouldhaveshapedasymbolofallexistence。Alltruefactsofnatureorthemindarerelated。Yourlittlecarvingrepresentssomementalfactsastheyreallyare，thereforefiftydifferenttruestoriesmightbereadfromit。Whatyourworkwantsisnottruth，butbeautyofexternalform，theotherhalfofart。\"Heleanedalmostgentlytowardtheboy。
\"Skillmaycomeintime，butyouwillhavetoworkhard。Theloveofbeautyandthedesireforitmustbeborninaman；theskilltoreproduceithemustmake。Hemustworkhard。\"
\"AllmylifeIhavelongedtoseeyou，\"theboysaid。
Thestrangerbrokeofftheendofhiscigar，andlitit。Theboyliftedtheheavywoodfromthestranger’skneeanddrewyetnearerhim。Inthedog—likemannerofhisdrawingneartherewassomethingsuperblyridiculous，unlessonechancedtoviewitinanotherlight。Presentlythestrangersaid，whiffing，\"Dosomethingforme。\"
Theboystartedup。
\"No；staywhereyouare。Idon’twantyoutogoanyowhere；Iwantyoutotalktome。Tellmewhatyouhavebeendoingallyourlife。\"
Theboyslunkdownagain。Wouldthatthemanhadaskedhimtorootupbusheswithhishandsforhishorsetofeedon；ortoruntothefarendoftheplainforthefossilsthatlaythere，ortogathertheflowersthatgrewonthehillsattheedgeoftheplain；hewouldhaverunandbeenbackquickly——butnow！
\"Ihaveneverdoneanything，\"hesaid。
\"Thentellmeofthatnothing。IliketoknowwhatotherfolkshavebeendoingwhosewordIcanbelieve。Itisinteresting。Whatwasthefirstthingyoueverwantedverymuch？\"
Theboywaitedtoremember，thenbeganhesitatingly，butsoonthewordsflowed。Inthesmallestpastwefindaninexhaustibleminewhenoncewebegintodigatit。
Aconfused，disorderedstory——thelittlemadelargeandthelargesmall，andnothingshowingitsinwardmeaning。Itisnottillthepasthasrecededmanystepsthatbeforetheclearesteyesitfallsintoco—ordinatepictures。ItisnottilltheIwetellofhasceasedtoexistthatittakesitsplaceamongotherobjectiverealities，andfindsitstruenicheinthepicture。Thepresentandthenearpastisaconfusion，whosemeaningflashesonusasitslinksawayintothedistance。
Thestrangerlitonecigarfromtheendofanother，andpuffedandlistenedwithhalf—closedeyes。
\"Iwillremembermoretotellyouifyoulike，\"saidtheboy。
Hespokewiththatextremegravitycommontoallveryyoungthingswhofeeldeeply。Itisnottilltwentythatwelearntobeindeadlyearnestandtolaugh。Thestrangernodded，whilethefellowsoughtforsomethingmoretorelate。Hewouldtellalltothismanofhis——allthatheknew，allthathehadfelt，hisinmostsorestthought。Suddenlythestrangerturneduponhim。
\"Boy，\"hesaid，\"youarehappytobehere。\"
Waldolookedathim。Washisdelightfuloneridiculinghim？Here，withthisbrownearthandtheselowhills，whiletherarewonderfulworldlayallbeyond。Fortunatetobehere？
Thestrangerreadhisglance。
\"Yes，\"hesaid；\"herewiththekaroo—bushesandredsand。DoyouwonderwhatImean？Toallwhohavebeenbornintheoldfaiththerecomesatimeofdanger，whentheoldslipsfromus，andwehavenotyetplantedourfeetonthenew。WehearthevoicefromSinaithunderingnomore，andthestillsmallvoiceofreasonisnotyetheard。Wehaveprovedthereligionourmothersfedusontobeadelusion；inourbewildermentweseenorulebywhichtoguideourstepsdaybyday；andyeteverydaywemuststepsomewhere。\"
Thestrangerleanedforwardandspokemorequickly。\"Wehaveneveroncebeentaughtbywordoracttodistinguishbetweenreligionandthemorallawsonwhichithasartfullyfasteneditself，andfromwhichithassuckeditsvitality。Whenwehavedraggeddowntheweedsandcreepersthatcoveredthesolidwallandhavefoundthemtoberottenwood，weimaginethewallitselftoberottenwoodtoo。Wefinditissolidandstandingonlywhenwefallheadlongagainstit。Wehavebeentaughtthatallrightandwrongoriginateinthewillofanirresponsiblebeing。Itissometimebeforeweseehowtheinexorable’Thoushaltandshaltnot，’arecarvedintothenatureofthings。Thisisthetimeofdanger。\"
Hisdark，mistyeyeslookedintotheboy’s。
\"Intheendexperiencewillinevitablyteachusthatthelawsforawiseandnoblelifehaveafoundationinfinitelydeeperthanthefiatofanybeing，Godorman，eveninthegroundworkofhumannature。
\"Shewillteachusthatwhososheddethman’sblood，thoughbymanhisbloodbenotshed，thoughnomanavengeandnohellawait，yeteverydropshallblisteronhissoulandeatinthenameofthedead。Shewillteachthatwhosotakesalovenotlawfullyhisown，gathersaflowerwithapoisononitspetals；thatwhosorevenges，strikeswithaswordthathastwoedges——
oneforhisadversary，oneforhimself；thatwholivestohimselfisdead，thoughthegroundisnotyetonhim；thatwhowrongsanothercloudshisownsun；andthatwhosinsinsecretstandsaccursedandcondemnedbeforetheoneJudgewhodealseternaljustice——hisownall—knowingself。
\"Experiencewillteachusthis，andreasonwillshowuswhyitmustbeso；
butatfirsttheworldswingsbeforeoureyes，andnovoicecriesout，’Thisistheway，walkyeinit！’Youarehappytobehere，boy！Whenthesuspensefillsyouwithpainyoubuildstonewallsanddigearthforrelief。Othershavestoodwhereyoustandtoday，andhavefeltasyoufeel；andanotherreliefhasbeenofferedthem，andtheyhavetakenit。
\"Whenthedayhascomewhentheyhaveseenthepathinwhichtheymightwalk，theyhavenotthestrengthtofollowit。Habitshavefastenedonthemfromwhichnothingbutdeathcanfreethem；whichclingcloserthanhissacerdotalsanctimonytoapriest；whichfeedontheintellectlikeaworm，sappingenergy，hope，creativepower，allthatmakesamanhigherthanabeast——leavingonlythepowertoyearn，toregret，andtosinklowerintheabyss。
\"Boy，\"hesaid，andthelistenerwasnotmoreunsmilingnowthanthespeaker，\"youarehappytobehere！Staywhereyouare。Ifyoueverpray，letitbeonlytheoneoldprayer——’Leadusnotintotemptation。’Liveonherequietly。Thetimemayyetcomewhenyouwillbethatwhichothermenhavehopedtobeandneverwillbenow。\"
Thestrangerrose，shookthedustfromhissleeve，andashamedathisownearnestness，lookedacrossthebushesforhishorse。
\"Weshouldhavebeenonourwayalready，\"hesaid。\"Weshallhavealongrideinthedarktonight。\"
Waldohastenedtofetchtheanimal；buthereturnedleadingitslowly。Thesooneritcamethesoonerwoulditsriderbegone。
Thestrangerwasopeninghissaddlebag，inwhichwereabrightFrenchnovelandanoldbrownvolume。Hetookthelastandhelditouttotheboy。
\"Itmaybeofsomehelptoyou，\"hesaid，carelessly。\"ItwasagospeltomewhenIfirstfellonit。Youmustnotexpecttoomuch；butitmaygiveyouacentreroundwhichtohangyourideas，insteadoflettingthemlieaboutinaconfusionthatmakestheheadache。Weofthisgenerationarenotdestinedtoeatandbesatisfiedasourfatherswere；wemustbecontenttogohungry。\"
Hesmiledhisautomatonsmile，andrebuttonedthebag。Waldothrustthebookintohisbreast，andwhilehesaddledthehorsethestrangermadeinquiriesastothenatureoftheroadandthedistancetothenextfarm。
Whenthebagswerefixed，Waldotookuphiswoodenpostandbegantofastenitontothesaddle，tyingitwiththelittlebluecottonhandkerchieffromhisneck。Thestrangerlookedoninsilence。Whenitwasdonetheboyheldthestirrupforhimtomount。
\"Whatisyourname？\"heinquired，unglovinghisrighthandwhenhewasinthesaddle。
Theboyreplied：
\"Well，Itrustweshallmeetagainsomeday，soonerorlater。\"
Heshookhandswiththeunglovedhand；thendrewontheglove，andtouchedhishorse，androdeslowlyaway。Theboystoodtowatchhim。
Oncewhenthestrangerhadgonehalfacrosstheplainhelookedback。
\"Poordevil，\"hesaid，smilingandstrokinghismoustache。Thenhelookedtoseeifthelittlebluehandkerchiefwerestillsafelyknotted。\"Poordevil！\"
Hesmiled，andthenhesighedwearily，verywearily。
AndWaldowaitedtillthemovingspeckhaddisappearedonthehorizon；thenhestoopedandkissedpassionatelyahoof—markinthesand。Thenhecalledhisyoungbirdstogether，andputhisbookunderhisarm，andwalkedhomealongthestonewall。Therewasararebeautytohiminthesunshinethatevening。
Chapter2。III。GregoryRoseFindsHisAffinity。
Thenewman，GregoryRose，satatthedoorofhisdwelling，hisarmsfolded，hislegscrossed，andaprofoundmelancholyseemingtorestoverhissoul。Hishousewasalittlesquaredaub—and—wattlebuilding，faroutinthekaroo，twomilesfromthehomestead。Itwascoveredoutsidewithasombrecoatingofbrownmud，twolittlepanesbeingletintothewallsforwindows。Behinditwerethesheep—kraals，andtotherightalargedam，nowprincipallycontainingbakedmud。Faroffthelittlekopjeconcealedthehomestead，andwasnotitselfanobjectconspicuousenoughtorelievethedrearymonotonyofthelandscape。
BeforethedoorsatGregoryRoseinhisshirt—sleeves，onacamp—stool，andeverandanonhesigheddeeply。Therewasthatinhiscountenanceforwhichevenhisdepressingcircumstancesfailedtoaccount。Againandagainhelookedatthelittlekopje，atthemilk—pailathisside，andatthebrownpony，whoashortwayoffcroppedthedrybushes——andsighed。
Presentlyheroseandwentintohishouse。Itwasonetinyroom，thewhitewashedwallsprofuselycoveredwithprintscutfromthe\"IllustratedLondonNews\"，andinwhichtherewasanoticeablepreponderanceoffemalefacesandfigures。Astretcherfilledoneendofthehut，andarackforagunandalittlehanginglooking—glassdiversifiedthegableopposite，whileinthecentrestoodachairandtable。Allwasscrupulouslyneatandclean，forGregorykeptalittledusterfoldedinthecornerofhistable—
drawer，justashehadseenhismotherdo，andeverymorningbeforehewentouthesaidhisprayers，andmadehisbed，anddustedthetableandthelegsofthechairs，andeventhepicturesonthewallandthegun—rack。
Onthishotafternoonhetookfrombeneathhispillowawatch—bagmadebyhissisterJemima，andtookoutthewatch。Onlyhalfpastfour！Withasuppressedgroanhedroppeditbackandsatdownbesidethetable。Half—
pastfour！Presentlyherousedhimself。HewouldwritetohissisterJemima。Healwayswrotetoherwhenhewasmiserable。Shewashissafety—
valve。Heforgotherwhenhewashappy；butheusedherwhenhewaswretched。
Hetookoutinkandpaper。Therewasafamilycrestandmottoonthelatter，fortheRosessincecomingtothecolonyhaddiscoveredthattheywereofdistinguishedlineage。OldRosehimself，anhonestEnglishfarmer，knewnothingofhisnobledescent；buthiswifeanddaughterknew——
especiallyhisdaughter。TherewereRosesinEnglandwhokeptaparkanddatedfromtheConquest。Sothecolonial\"RoseFarm\"became\"RoseManor\"
inremembranceoftheancestraldomain，andtheclaimoftheRosestonoblebloodwasestablished——intheirownmindsatleast。
Gregorytookuponeofthewhite，crestedsheets；butondeeperreflectionhedeterminedtotakeapinkone，asmoresuitabletothestateofhisfeelings。Hebegan：
\"KopjeAlone，\"Mondayafternoon。
\"MyDearJemima——\"
Thenhelookedupintothelittleglassopposite。Itwasayouthfulfacereflectedthere，withcurlingbrownbeardandhair；butinthedarkblueeyestherewasalookoflanguidlongingthattouchedhim。Here—dippedhispenandwrote：
\"WhenIlookupintothelittleglassthathangsoppositeme，Iwonderifthatchangedandsadface——\"
Herehesatstillandreflected。Itsoundedalmostasifhemightbeconceitedorunmanlytobelookingathisownfaceintheglass。No，thatwouldnotdo。Sohelookedforanotherpinksheetandbeganagain。
\"KopjeAlone，\"Mondayafternoon。
\"DearSister，——ItishardlysixmonthssinceIleftyoutocometothisspot，yetcouldyounowseemeIknowwhatyouwouldsay，Iknowwhatmotherwouldsay——’CanthatbeourGreg——thatthingwiththestrangelookinhiseyes？’
\"Yes，Jemima，itisyourGreg，andthechangehasbeencomingovermeeversinceIcamehere；butitisgreatestsinceyesterday。YouknowwhatsorrowsIhavepassedthrough，Jemima；howunjustlyIwasalwaystreatedatschool，themasterskeepingmebackandcallingmeablockhead，though，astheythemselvesallowed，Ihadthebestmemoryofanyboyintheschool，andcouldrepeatwholebooksfrombeginningtoend。Youknowhowcruellyfatheralwaysusedme，callingmeanoodleandamilksop，justbecausehecouldn’tunderstandmyfinenature。Youknowhowhehasmadeafarmerofmeinsteadofaminister，asIoughttohavebeen；youknowitall，Jemima；
andhowIhaveborneitall，notasawoman，whowhinesforeverytouch，butasamanshould——insilence。
\"Buttherearethings，thereisathing，whichthesoullongstopourforthintoakindredear。
\"Dearsister，haveyoueverknownwhatitistokeepwantingandwantingandwantingtokisssomeone’smouth，andyoumaynot；totouchsomeone’shand，andyoucannot？Iaminlove，Jemima。
\"TheoldDutchwomanfromwhomIhirethisplacehasalittlestepdaughter，andhernamebeginswith’E’。
\"SheisEnglish。IdonotknowhowherfathercametomarryaBoer—woman。
Itmakesmefeelsostrangetoputdownthatletter，thatIcanhardlygoonwriting’E’。I’velovedhereversinceIcamehere。ForweeksIhavenotbeenabletoeatordrink；myverytobaccowhenIsmokehasnotaste；
andIcanremainfornomorethanfiveminutesinoneplace，andsometimesfeelasthoughIwerereallygoingmad。
\"EveryeveningIgotheretofetchmymilk。Yesterdayshegavemesomecoffee。Thespoonfellontheground。Shepickeditup；whenshegaveitmeherfingertouchedmine。Jemima，IdonotknowifIfanciedit——I
shiveredhot，andsheshiveredtoo！Ithought，’Itisallright；shewillbemine；shelovesme！’Justthen，Jemima，incameafellow，agreat，coarsefellow，aGerman——aridiculousfellow，withcurlsrightdowntohisshoulders；itmakesonesicktolookathim。He’sonlyaservantoftheBoer—woman’s，andalow，vulgar，uneducatedthing；that’sneverbeentoboarding—schoolinhislife。Hehadbeentothenextfarmseekingsheep。
Whenhecameinshesaid，’Goodevening，Waldo。Havesomecoffee！’ANDSHE
KISSEDHIM。
\"AlllastnightIheardnothingelsebut’Havesomecoffee；havesomecoffee。’IfIwenttosleepforamomentIdreamedthatherfingerwaspressingmine；butwhenIwokewithastartIheardhersay，’Goodevening，Waldo。Havesomecoffee！’
\"Isthismadness？
\"Ihavenoteatenamouthfultoday。ThiseveningIgoandproposetoher。
IfsherefusesmeIshallgoandkillmyselftomorrow。Thereisadamofwatercloseby。Thesheephavedrunkmostofitup，butthereisstillenoughifItieastonetomyneck。
\"Itisachoicebetweendeathandmadness。Icanendurenomore。Ifthisshouldbethelastletteryouevergetfromme，thinkofmetenderly，andforgiveme。Withouther，lifewouldbeahowlingwilderness，alongtribulation。Sheismyaffinity；theoneloveofmylife，ofmyyouth，ofmymanhood；mysunshine；myGod—givenblossom。
\"’Theyneverlovedwhodreamedthattheylovedonce，Andwhosaith，’Ilovedonce’？——
Notangels，whosedeepeyeslookdownthroughrealmsoflight！’
\"Yourdisconsolatebrother，onwhatis，inallprobability，thelastanddistractednightofhislife。
\"GregoryNazianzenRose。
\"P。S。——Tellmothertotakecareofmypearlstuds。Ilefttheminthewash—hand—standdrawer。Don’tletthechildrengetholdofthem。
\"P。P。S。——Ishalltakethisletterwithmetothefarm。IfIturndownonecorneryoumayknowIhavebeenaccepted；ifnot，youmayknowitisallupwithyourheartbrokenbrother，G。N。R。\"
Gregoryhavingfinishedthisletter，readitoverwithmuchapproval，putitinanenvelope，addressedit，andsatcontemplatingtheinkpot，somewhatrelievedinmind。
Theeveningturnedoutchillyandverywindyaftertheday’sheat。Fromafaroff，asGregorynearedthehomesteadonthebrownpony，hecoulddistinguishalittlefigureinalittleredcloakatthedoorofthecow—
kraal。Emleanedoverthepolesthatbarredthegate，andwatchedthefrothingmilkrunthroughtheblackfingersoftheherdsman，whiletheunwillingcowsstoodwithtetheredheadsbythemilkingpoles。Shehadthrowntheredcloakoverherownhead，andhelditunderherchinwithalittlehand，tokeepfromherearsthewind，thatplayfullyshookit，andtossedthelittlefringeofyellowhairintohereyes。
\"Isitnottoocoldforyoutobestandinghere？\"saidGregory，comingsoftlyclosetoher。
\"Oh，no；itissonice。Ialwayscometowatchthemilking。Thatredcowwiththeshorthornsisbringingupthecalfofthewhitecowthatdied。
Shelovesitso——justasifitwereherown。Itissonicetoseeherlickitslittleears。Justlook！\"
\"Thecloudsareblack。Ithinkitisgoingtoraintonight，\"saidGregory。
\"Yes，\"answeredEm，lookingupaswellasshecouldforthelittleyellowfringe。
\"ButI’msureyoumustbecold，\"saidGregory，andputhishandunderthecloak，andfoundthereasmallfistdoubledup，soft，andverywarm。Hehelditfastinhishand。
\"Oh，Em，Iloveyoubetterthanalltheworldbesides！Tellme，doyoulovemealittle？\"
\"Yes，Ido，\"saidEm，hesitating，andtryingsoftlytofreeherhand。
\"Betterthaneverything；betterthanalltheworld，darling？\"heasked，bendingdownsolowthattheyellowhairwasblownintohiseyes。
\"Idon’tknow，\"saidEm，gravely。\"Idoloveyouverymuch；butIlovemycousinwhoisatschool，andWaldo，verymuch。YouseeIhaveknownthemsolong！\"
\"Oh，Em，donottalktomesocoldly！\"Gregorycried，seizingthelittlearmthatrestedonthegate，andpressingittillshewashalfafraid。Theherdsmanhadmovedawaytotheotherendofthekraalnow，andthecows，busywiththeircalves，tooknonoticeofthelittlehumanfarce。\"Em，ifyoutalksotomeIwillgomad！Youmustloveme，lovemebetterthanall！Youmustgiveyourselftome。IhavelovedyousincethatfirstmomentwhenIsawyouwalkingbythestonewallwiththejuginyourhands。
Youweremadeforme，createdforme！IwillloveyoutillIdie！Oh，Em，donotbesocold，socrueltome！\"
Heheldherarmsotightlythatherfingersrelaxedtheirhold，andthecloakfluttereddownontotheground，andthewindplayedmoreroughlythaneverwiththelittleyellowhead。
\"Idoloveyouverymuch，\"shesaid；\"butIdonotknowifIwanttomarryyou。IloveyoubetterthanWaldo，butIcan’ttellifIloveyoubetterthanLyndall。IfyouwouldletmewaitforaweekIthinkperhapsIcouldtellyou。\"
Gregorypickedupthecloakandwrappeditroundher。
\"IfyoucouldbutlovemeasIloveyou，\"hesaid；\"butnowomancanloveasamancan。IwillwaittillSaturday。Iwillnotoncecomenearyoutillthen。Good—bye！Oh，Em，\"hesaid，turningagain，andtwininghisarmabouther，andkissinghersurprisedlittlemouth，\"ifyouarenotmywifeIcannotlive。Ihaveneverlovedanotherwoman，andInevershall！——
never，never！\"
