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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland by Olive Schreiner: hatchet face, with a somewhat discontented expression. He was holding
forth, while his companions smoked and listened.
"Now what I say is this," he brought his hand down on the red sand; "here
we are with about one half teaspoon of Dop given us at night, while he has
ten empty champagne bottles lying behind his tent. And we have to live on
the mealies we're convoying for the horses, while he has pati and beef, and
lives like a lord! It's all very well for the regulars; they know what
they're in for, and they've got gentlemen over them anyhow, and one can
stomach anything if you know what kind of a fellow you've got over you.
English officers are gentlemen, anyhow; or if one was under Selous now--"
"Oh, Selous's a MAN!" broke out the other two, taking their pipes from
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