... “Oh, Em, do not talk to me so coldly!” Gregory cried, seizing the little arm that rested on the gate, and pressing it till she was half afraid... 
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Gregory picked up the cloak and wrapped it round her...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “If I see her,” Gregory said, “I shall only bow to her...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Gregory was barely in time with his letter, for Waldo was starting when he reached the homestead, and Em was on the doorstep to see him off...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... She tucked the box under her arm and was about to walk on, when Gregory Rose, with shining spurs, an ostrich feather in his hat, and a silver-headed whip, careered past...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “Your loving brother, Gregory...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...“I thought Waldo was such a mad driver; they are taking it easily enough today,” said Gregory...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Nevertheless, some time after Gregory found he had shifted so far round the room as to be close to the door where Lyndall sat...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...She was looking at him—not, Gregory felt, as she had ever looked at him before; not as though he were a stump or a stone that chance had thrown in her way...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...At the centre table, with his arms folded on an open paper, which there was not light enough to read, sat Gregory...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...Then Lyndall rose, gathered up her papers and letters, and wished Gregory good night...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “I want to talk to you, Gregory...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...When, however, she showed no inclination to revert to the past, and shunned him more than he shunned her, Gregory softened...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “Your cousin, now,” said Gregory in an aimless sort of way—“I suppose she’s shut up in her room writing letters...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Gregory crossed and uncrossed his legs...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “Oh, you never used to ask Waldo like that,” said Gregory, in a more sorely aggrieved tone than ever...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “Oh, but aren’t you making fun?” said Gregory, looking doubtfully from her to the Kaffer herd, who rounded the kopje...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “She is not half so good as you are!” said Gregory, with a burst of uncontrollable ardour...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... It seemed to Gregory that there were pulses in the soles of his feet, and the ground shimmered as on a summer’s day...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... But Gregory heard neither that nor yet the loud laughter of the Kaffer maids, that every now and again broke through from the kitchen, where they joked and worked...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...So she had the ladder put to the trap-door that he need not go out in the wet, and Gregory with the broom and duster mounted to the loft...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Gregory Rose had been gone seven months...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... To Bloemfontein in the Free State, to which through an agent he had traced them, Gregory had gone...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
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