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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from When the World Shook by H. Rider Haggard: occasions, I saw that her beautiful eyes were aswim with tears.
Also, I noted that always as she grew sadder she became, in a
sense, more human. In the beginning she was, as it were, far
away. One could never forget that she was the child of some alien
race whose eyes had looked upon the world when, by comparison,
humanity was young; at times, indeed, she might have been the
denizen of another planet, strayed to earth. Although she never
flaunted it, one felt that her simplest word hid secret wisdom;
that to her books were open in which we could not read. Moreover,
as I have said, occasionally power flamed out of her, power that
was beyond our ken and understanding.
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