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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard: were watching all.' And bending suddenly, Otomie kissed me on the
forehead gently as a sister might, and was gone.
The curtains swung behind her, but the echoes of her noble words
still dwelt in my heart. Nothing can make man look on death
lovingly, and that awaiting me was one from which the bravest would
shrink, yet I felt that Otomie had spoken truth, and that, terrible
as it seemed, it might prove less terrible than life had shewn
itself to be. An unnatural calm fell upon my soul like some dense
mist upon the face of the ocean. Beneath that mist the waters
might foam, above it the sun might shine, yet around was one grey
peace. In this hour I seemed to stand outside of my earthly self,
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