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[FONT=Times New Roman]I was always a little in awe of Great-aunt Stephina Roos. Indeed, as children we were all frankly terrified of her. [/FONT][URL="http://www.nike588.com/"][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=#0000ff]High Heel Shoes[/COLOR][/FONT][/URL][FONT=Times New Roman],The fact that she did not live with the family, preferring her tiny cottage and solitude to the comfortable but rather noisy household where we were brought up-added to the respectful fear in which she was held. [/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman]We used to take it in turn to carry small delicacies which my mother had made down from the big house to the little cottage where Aunt Stephia and an old colored maid spent their days. Old Tnate Sanna would open the door to the rather frightened little messenger and would usher him-or her - into the dark voor-kamer, where the shutters were always closed to keep out the heat and the flies. There we would wait, in trembling but not altogether unpleasant.[URL="http://www.nike588.com/"][COLOR=#0000ff]Herve Leger High Twist Mini Skirts[/COLOR][/URL], She was a tiny little woman to inspire so much veneration. She was always dressed in black, and her dark clothes melted into the shadows of the voor-kamer and made her look smaller than ever. But you felt. The moment she entered. That something vital and strong and somehow indestructible had come in with her, although she moved slowly, and her voice was sweet and soft. [/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman]She never embraced us. She would greet us and take out hot little hands in her own beautiful cool one, with blue veins standing out on the back of it, as though the white skin were almost too delicate to contain them. Tante Sanna would bring in dishes of sweet, sweet, sticky candy, [/FONT][URL="http://www.nike588.com/"][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=#0000ff]kids chothing[/COLOR][/FONT][/URL][FONT=Times New Roman] or a great bowl of grapes or peaches, and Great-aunt Stephina would converse gravely about happenings on the farm, and, more rarely, of the outer world. [/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman]When we had finished our sweetmeats or fruit she would accompany us to the stoep, bidding us thank our mother for her gift and sending quaint, old-fashioned messages to her and the Father. Then she would turn and enter the house, closing the door behind, so that it became once more a place of mystery. [/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman]As I grew older I found, rather to my surprise, that I had become genuinely fond of my aloof old great-aunt. But to this day I do not know what strange impulse made me take George to see her and to tell her,[URL="http://www.nike588.com/"][COLOR=#0000ff]buy cheap jordan shoes[/COLOR][/URL] before I had confided in another living soul, of our engagement. To my astonishment, she was delighted. [/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman]"An Englishman," she exclaimed." But that is splendid, splendid. And you," she turned to George," you are making your home in this country? You do not intend to return to England just yet?" She seemed relieved when she heard that George had bought a farm near our own farm and intended to settle in South Africa. She became quite animated, and chattered away to him.

"We loved one another from the first moment we met, though we did not speak of our love until the evening of my eighteenth birthday. All our friends and relatives had come to my party, and in the evening we danced on the big old carpet which we had laid down in the barn.[/FONT][URL="http://www.jordanitems.com/"][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=#0000ff]Air Jordan DMP[/COLOR][/FONT][/URL][FONT=Times New Roman], Richard had come with the Van Rensburgs, and we danced together as often as we dared, which was not very often, for my father hated the Uitlanders. Indeed, for a time he had quarreled with Mynheer Van Rensburg for allowing Richard to board with him, but afterwards he got used to the idea, and was always polite to the Englishman, though he never liked him.
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[FONT=Times New Roman]"That was the happiest birthday of my life, for while we were resting between dances Richard took me outside into the cool, moonlit night, and there, under the stars, he told me he loved me and asked me to marry him. Of course I promised I would, for I was too happy to think of what my parents would say, or indeed of anything except Richard was not at our meeting place as he had arranged.[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman][URL="http://www.jordanitems.com/"][COLOR=#0000ff]Air Jordan Retro[/COLOR][/URL] I was disappointed but not alarmed, for so many things could happen to either of us to prevent out keeping our tryst. I thought that next time we visited the Van Ransburgs, I should hear what had kept him and we could plan further meetings… [/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman]"So when my father asked if I would drive with him to Driefontein I was delighted. But when we reached the homestead and were sitting on the stoep drinking our coffee, we heard that Richard had left quite suddenly and had gone back to England. His father had died, and now he was the heir and must go back to look after his estates. [/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman]"I do not remember very much more about that day, except that the sun seemed to have stopped shining and the country no longer looked beautiful and full of promise, but bleak and desolate as it sometimes does in winter or in times of drought. Late that afternoon, Jantje, the little Hottentot herd boy, came up to me and handed me a letter, which he said [/FONT][URL="http://www.hellojordans.com/"][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=#0000ff]cheap sneakers jordans[/COLOR][/FONT][/URL][FONT=Times New Roman] the English baas had left for me. It was the only love letter I ever received, but it turned all my bitterness and grief into a peacefulness which was the nearest I could get, then, to happiness. I knew Richard still loved me, and somehow, as long as I had his letter, I felt that we could never be really parted, even if he were in England and I had to remain on the farm. I have it yet, and though I am an old, tired woman, it still gives me hope and courage." [/FONT]
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