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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: captain Diaz.
So we went, though Otomie desired to stay behind, leaving our son
alone in the chamber where food had been brought to him. I
remember that I kissed him before I left, though I do not know what
moved me to do so, unless it was because I thought that he might be
asleep when I returned. The Captain Diaz had his quarters at the
other end of the palace, some two hundred paces away. Presently we
stood before him. He was a rough-looking, thick-set man well on in
years, with bright eyes and an ugly honest face, like the face of a
peasant who has toiled a lifetime in all weathers, only the fields
that Diaz tilled were fields of war, and his harvest had been the
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