Others have parents and brothers and sisters and husbands to love them; I have none of these.

I have only you who are to me father and mother and sister and lover.
"How then can I repay you who have taught this cold heart of mine to love, and have deigned to love me in return?
Oh! and the love will not die; no, no, it will live on when all else is dead, for although I am but a Kaffir doctoress, at times light shines upon my heart, and in that light I see many new things.

Yes, yes, I see that this life of ours is but a road, a weary road across the winter veldt, and this death but the black gate of a garden of flowers----" "Oh! why do you speak thus ?" broke in Suzanne.

"Is this then our last farewell, and does your wisdom tell you that we part to meet no more ?" "I know not, Swallow," answered Sihamba hastily, "but if it should be so I care nothing, for I am sure that through all your days you will not forget me, and that when your days are done I shall meet you at the foot of the death-bed.

Nay, you must not weep.