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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Child of Storm by H. Rider Haggard: who walk my own path to a quiet grave that shall perhaps not be without
honour of its own, though other than you seek. I will keep your
counsel, Mameena, but, because you are so beautiful and so wise, and
because you say you are fond of me--for which I thank you--I pray you
put away these fearful dreams of yours that in the end, whether they
succeed or fail, will send you shivering from the world to give account
of them to the Watcher-on-high."
"Not so, O Macumazana," she said, with a proud little laugh. "When your
Watcher sowed my seed--if thus he did--he sowed the dreams that are a
part of me also, and I shall only bring him back his own, with the
flower and the fruit by way of interest. But that is finished. You
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