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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: stretching himself and yawning, just as the remainder of my party came
up. He caught sight of Henri Marais first of all, and began to greet
him, saying: "Thank God, my uncle, you are safe!"
Then his eyes fell on me, and I do not think I ever saw a man's face
change more completely. His jaw dropped, the colour left his cheeks,
leaving them of the yellow which is common to persons of Portuguese
descent; his outstretched hand fell to his side.
"Allan Quatermain!" he ejaculated. "Why, I thought that you were dead."
"As I should have been, Mynheer Pereira, twice over if you could have
had your way," I replied.
"What do you mean, Allan?" broke in Retief.
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