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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: reached a little wayside inn, no one could tell him anything of the
travellers.
The master, a surly creature, half stupid with Boer-brandy, sat on the
bench before the door smoking. Gregory sat beside him, questioning, but he
smoked on. He remembered nothing of such strangers. How should he know
who had been there months and months before? He smoked on. Gregory, very
weary, tried to wake his memory, said that the lady he was seeking for was
very beautiful, had a little mouth, and tiny, very tiny, feet. The man
only smoked on as sullenly as at first. What were little, very little,
mouths and feet to him. But his daughter leaned out in the window above.
She was dirty and lazy, and liked to loll there when travellers came, to
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