But he, speaking very quietly, said that outside death only one thing should divide us from each other, namely, my own decree.
"Then, Ralph, we shall be one for ever," I answered, for at the moment I was too sad for any artifice of maiden coyness.
"You think so now, dear," he said, "but time will show.

Supposing that I were not----" and he stopped, nor would he complete the sentence.

Indeed those words of his tormented me day and night for weeks, for I finished them in a hundred ways, each more fatal than the last.
Well, I returned to the farm, and immediately afterwards my great-grandmother took the fancy of dictating her history, the ending of which seemed to affect her much, for when it was done she told me sharply to put the typed sheets away and let her hear or see no more of them.

Then she rose with difficulty, for the dropsy in her limbs made her inactive, and walked with the help of a stick to the _stoep_, where she sat down, looking across the plain at the solemn range of the Drakensberg and thinking without doubt, of that night of fear when my grandfather had rushed down its steeps upon the great _schimmel_ to save her daughter and his wife from an awful death.
The stead where we lived in Natal was built under the lea of a projecting spur of the white-topped koppie, and over that spur runs a footpath leading to the township.

Suddenly the old lady looked up and, not twenty yards away from her, saw standing on the ridge of it, as though in doubt which way to turn, a gentleman dressed in the kilted uniform of an officer of a Highland regiment the like of which she had never seen before.
"Dear Lord!" I heard her exclaim, "here is a white man wearing the _moocha_ of a Kaffir.