But it is a lonely
place, with only a few Boers about, although they are good fellows
enough. You might not care to live there with no company."
"I don't think that I should mind," she answered, smiling.
"Not now, but by-and-by you would when you know what it is like. Now I
might sell my share in the farm to my partner, who, I think, would buy
it, or I might trust to him to send me a part of the profits, which
perhaps he would not. Then, if you wish it, we could live in or near
one of the towns, or even, as you have an income of your own, go home to
England, if that is your will."
"Is it your will?" she asked.
He shook his head. "No; all my life is here. Also, I have something to
find before I die--for your sake, dear."
"Do you mean up among those ruins?" she asked, looking at him curiously.
"Yes. So you know about it?" he answered, with a flash of his blue eyes.
"Oh! of course, Seymour told you. Yes, I mean among the ruins--but I
will tell you that story another time--not here, not here. What do you
wish to do, Benita? Remember, I am in your hands; I will obey you in all
things."
"Not to stop in a town and not to go to England," she replied, while he
hung eagerly upon her words, "for this has become my holy land. Father,
I will go with you to your farm; there I can be quiet, you and I
together.
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