Indeed, one of our own people, while searching for Suzanne, found the body of Ralph's mother and buried it.

He said that she was a tall and noble-looking lady, not much more than thirty years of age.

We did not dig her up again to look at her, as perhaps we should have done, for the Kaffir declared that she had nothing on her except some rags and two rings, a plain gold one and another of emeralds, with a device carved upon it, and in the pocket of her gown a little book bound in red, that proved to be a Testament, on the fly leaf of which was written in English, "Flora Gordon, the gift of her mother, Agnes Janey Gordon, on her confirmation," and with it a date.
All these things the Kaffir brought home faithfully, also a lock of the lady's fair hair, which he had cut off with his assegai.

That lock of hair labelled in writing--remember it, Suzanne, when I am gone--is in the waggon box which stands beneath my bed.

The other articles Suzanne here has, as is her right, for her grandfather settled them on her by will, and with them one thing which I forgot to mention.