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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Arrow of Gold by Joseph Conrad: and tried to dodge out of the way he would start stoning me into a
shelter I knew of and then sit outside with a heap of stones at
hand so that I daren't show the end of my nose for hours. He would
sit there and rave and abuse me till I would burst into a crazy
laugh in my hole; and then I could see him through the leaves
rolling on the ground and biting his fists with rage. Didn't he
hate me! At the same time I was often terrified. I am convinced
now that if I had started crying he would have rushed in and
perhaps strangled me there. Then as the sun was about to set he
would make me swear that I would marry him when I was grown up.
'Swear, you little wretched beggar,' he would yell to me. And I
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