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The Love Letter Part 4
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"I must have been a wonderful letter,
Aunt Stephia,"I said
The old lady came back from her dreams of that
far-off romance."Perhaps," she said,
hesitating a little, "perhaps, my dear,
you would care to read it ?"
"I should love to , Aunt Stephia,"I
said gently
She rose at once and tripped into the house
as eagerly as a young girl. When she came back
she handed me a letter, faded and yellow with
age, the edges of the envelope worn and frayed
as though it had been much handled. But when
I came to open it I found that the seal was
unbroken.
"Open it ,open it,"said Great-aunt
Stephia, and her voice was shaking
I broke the seal and read.
It was not a love letter in the true sense
of the word, but pages of the minutest directions
of how"my sweetest Phina"was to elude
her father's vigilance, creep down to the drift
at night and there meet Jantje with a horse
which would take her to Smitsdorp. There she
was to go to "my true friend, Henry Wilson",who
would give her money and make arrangements for
her to follow her lover to Cape Town and from
there to England ," where, my love, we
can he be married at once. But if, my dearest,
you are not sure that you can face lift with
me in a land strange to you, then do not take
this important step, for I love you too much
to wish you the smallest unhappiness. If you
do not come, and if I do not hear from you,
then I shall know that you could never be happy
so far from the people and the country which
you love. If, however, you feel you can keep
your promise to me, but are of too timid and
modest a journey to England unaccompanied, then
write to me, and I will, by some means, return
to fetch my bride."
I read no further.
"But Aunt Phina!"I gasped. "Why…why…?"
The old lady was watching me with trembling
eagerness, her face flushed and her eyes bright
with expectation."Read it aloud, my dear,"she
said."I want to hear every word of it.
There was never anyone I could trust…Uitlanders
were hated in my young days…I could not
ask anyone."
"But, Auntie, don't you even know what
he wrote?"
The old lady looked down, troubled and shy like
a child who has unwittingly done wrong.
"No, dear," she said, speaking very
low."You see, I never learned to read.
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