Jemima, I do not know if I fancied it--I shivered hot, and she shivered too! I thought, 'It is all right; she will be mine; she loves me!' Just then, Jemima, in came a fellow, a great, coarse fellow, a German--a ridiculous fellow, with curls right down to his shoulders; it makes one sick to look at him.

He's only a servant of the Boer-woman's, and a low, vulgar, uneducated thing; that's never been to boarding-school in his life.

He had been to the next farm seeking sheep.

When he came in she said, 'Good evening, Waldo.

Have some coffee!' AND SHE KISSED HIM.
"All last night I heard nothing else but 'Have some coffee; have some coffee.' If I went to sleep for a moment I dreamed that her finger was pressing mine; but when I woke with a start I heard her say, 'Good evening, Waldo.