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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: She lifted her face that he might kiss it, and, when he had kissed it once,
she still held it that he might kiss it again. Then he let her out. He
had seated himself at the fireplace, when she reopened the door.
"Have you forgotten anything?"
"No."
She gave one long, lingering look at the old room. When she was gone, and
the door shut, the stranger filled his glass, and sat at the table sipping
it thoughtfully.
The night outside was misty and damp; the faint moonlight, trying to force
its way through the thick air, made darkly visible the outlines of the
buildings. The stones and walls were moist, and now and then a drop,
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