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Letter Reference | Olive Schreiner: Extracts of Letters to Cronwright-Schreiner MSC 26/2.16/498 |
Archive | National Library of South Africa, Special Collections, Cape Town |
Epistolary Type | Extract |
Letter Date | Sunday 19 March 1911 |
Address From | Lily Kloof, Halesowen, Eastern Cape |
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Who To | S.C. (‘Cron’) Cronwright-Schreiner |
Other Versions | Cronwright-Schreiner 1924: 299 |
Permissions | Please read before using or citing this transcription |
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 provided the day onto this extract, while month and year are implied by its location in the sequence of extracts. There are some differences between this transcription and the version that appears in The Letters....
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… Sunday Morning…
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3 …I got here last night. I got your letter in Cradock. I shall be
4home the end of this week. The air here is splendid, even better than
5I had dreamed. The place about the house has changed utterly ever
6since we were here. All the trees in the garden are gone, all the
7poplar bush is cut down; only the beautiful hills & the splendid air
8are the same. The air is finer than I thought. The road up in almost
9untravellable. I’m longing so terribly to be home. I will certainly
10be back at the end of the week...
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3 …I got here last night. I got your letter in Cradock. I shall be
4home the end of this week. The air here is splendid, even better than
5I had dreamed. The place about the house has changed utterly ever
6since we were here. All the trees in the garden are gone, all the
7poplar bush is cut down; only the beautiful hills & the splendid air
8are the same. The air is finer than I thought. The road up in almost
9untravellable. I’m longing so terribly to be home. I will certainly
10be back at the end of the week...
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