Sad Love Story
The Love Letter Part 1
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I was always a little in awe of Great-aunt
Stephina Roos. Indeed, as children we were all
frankly terrified of her. 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
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We used to take turns 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 while trembling
but not altogether unpleasant.
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 feel it the moment she entered.
The feeling is something vital and strong and
somehow indestructible had come in with her.
This was despite the fact that she moved slowly
and her voice was sweet and soft.
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 that comprises
of very sweet sticky candy 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.
When we had finished our sweetmeats or fruit
she would accompany us to the stoep, bidding
us goodbye and reminding us to thank our mother
for her gift and sending quaint, old-fashioned
messages to her and father. Then she would turn
and enter the house, closing the door behind
so that it became once more a place of mystery.
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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 of our engagement before
I had confided in another living soul. To my
astonishment, she was delighted.
"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
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