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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Marie by H. Rider Haggard: going through them. Another fortieth of an inch and I should have bled
to death in ten minutes!
On this third day my mind was brought back from its wanderings by the
sound of a great noise about the house, above which I heard the voice of
Marais storming and shouting, and that of my father trying to calm him.
Presently Marie entered the room, drawing-to behind her a Kaffir karoos,
which served as a curtain, for the door, it will be remembered, had been
torn out. Seeing that I was awake and reasonable, she flew to my side
with a little cry of joy, and, kneeling down, kissed me on the forehead.
"You have been very ill, Allan, but I know you will recover now. While
we are alone, which," she added slowly and with meaning, "I dare say we
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