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Letter ReferenceOlive Schreiner: Extracts of Letters to Cronwright-Schreiner MSC 26/2.16/130
ArchiveNational Library of South Africa, Special Collections, Cape Town
Epistolary TypeExtract
Letter Date7 January 1904
Address FromHanover, Northern Cape
Address ToBeaufort West, Western Cape
Who ToS.C. (‘Cron’) Cronwright-Schreiner
Other VersionsCronwright-Schreiner 1924: 242
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Legend
The Extracts of Letters to Cronwright-Schreiner were produced by Cronwright-Schreiner in preparing The Life and The Letters of Olive Schreiner. They appear on slips of paper in his writing, taken from letters that were then destroyed; many of these extracts have also been edited by him. They are artefacts of his editorial practices and their relationship to original Schreiner letters cannot now be gauged. They should be read with considerable caution for the reasons given. Cronwright-Schreiner has written the date, where it was sent from and the place it was sent to onto this extract. There are some differences between this transcription and the version that appears in The Letters….
1 …You are starting for ?Klein ?Zwartburg…
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3 There is not much news to give you as I never go out or see anyone.
4Van Zÿl is better, was up a little today. Mrs Loots’s little boy
5has typhoid, Sarah’s sisters, the older one, is also very ill with
6typhoid. There was a native funeral yet again today, & two yesterday.
7This place is much much sadder than it was during the war…
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9 You know I suppose it’s because I’m weak and ill that I always
10seem to feel Edward Marriott about me. It’s as though he always said
11‘I bore bravely to the end, so can you. Rest will come.’ It’s
12like an actual living presence comforting me sometimes. One
13understands how people, who didn’t know it was their imagination
14behind it was their beloved dead actually with them. I can feel them...
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