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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: 'For the love of God let me go!' gasped a rough voice beneath me.
'Fool, I am no Indian dog.'
Now I peered into the man's face bewildered. I had seized de
Garcia, but the voice was not his voice, nor was the face his face,
but that of a rough Spanish soldier.
'Who are you?' I asked, slackening my hold. 'Where is de Garcia--
he whom you name Sarceda?'
'Sarceda? I don't know. A minute ago he was on his back on the
causeway. The fellow pulled me down and rolled behind me. Let me
be I say. I am not Sarceda, and if I were, is this a time to
settle private quarrels? I am your comrade, Bernal Diaz. Holy
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