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Letter Reference | Letters/240 |
Archive | |
Epistolary Type | |
Letter Date | 18 August 1887 |
Address From | The Roughs, Yorkshire |
Address To | |
Who To | Isaline Philpot |
Other Versions | Cronwright-Schreiner 1924: 120 |
Permissions | Please read before using or citing this transcription |
Legend |
When Cronwright-Schreiner prepared The Letters of Olive Schreiner, with few exceptions he then destroyed her originals. However, some people gave him copies and kept the originals or demanded the return of these; and when actual Schreiner letters can be compared with his versions, his have omissions, distortions and bowdlerisations. Where Schreiner originals have survived, these will be found in the relevant collections across the OSLO website. There is however a residue of some 587 items in The Letters for which no originals are extant. They are included here for sake of completeness. However, their relationship to Schreiners actual letters cannot now be gauged, and so they should be read with caution for the reasons given.
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1To Mrs. J. H. Philpot.
2The Roughs, Yorkshire, 18th Aug.
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4It's quite lovely here. Solitary little house, miles and miles of
5barren moorland every way. Not a soul to be seen. I am sitting in the
6little stone-floored kitchen before a big fire. It's damp and raining
7outside. It's such a nice look as the grey mist steals over the moors.
8I don't believe I shall go to the Cape. I shall always come here. The
9old woman and her son are so nice, just like Boers. She and I and her
10son are going some Sunday in the old cart from here to Haworth, if it
11doesn't break down on the way. That's the only dissipation I have in view.
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2The Roughs, Yorkshire, 18th Aug.
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4It's quite lovely here. Solitary little house, miles and miles of
5barren moorland every way. Not a soul to be seen. I am sitting in the
6little stone-floored kitchen before a big fire. It's damp and raining
7outside. It's such a nice look as the grey mist steals over the moors.
8I don't believe I shall go to the Cape. I shall always come here. The
9old woman and her son are so nice, just like Boers. She and I and her
10son are going some Sunday in the old cart from here to Haworth, if it
11doesn't break down on the way. That's the only dissipation I have in view.
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