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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Finished by H. Rider Haggard: tender voice, "What is it you say to me, Noma, my dear little
Noma? Oh! I hear you, I hear you."
Now he shifted himself along the ground on his haunches some
paces to the right, and began to search about, groping with his
long fingers. "Where, where?" he muttered. "Oh, I understand,
further under the root, a jackal buried it, did it? Pah! how
hard is this soil. Ah! I have it, but look, Noma, a stone has
cut my finger. I have it, I have it," and from beneath the root
of some fallen tree he drew out the skull of a child and, holding
it in his right hand, softly rubbed the mould off it with his
left.
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