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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Child of Storm by H. Rider Haggard: from him, leaving him seated on the stone in the shadows, and as I fled,
out of the darkness behind me there arose the sound of his loud and
eerie laughter.
Next morning I opened the packet which he had given me, after wondering
once or twice whether I should not thrust it down an ant-bear hole as it
was. But this, somehow, I could not find the heart to do, though now I
wish I had. Inside, cut from the black core of the umzimbiti wood, with
just a little of the white sap left on it to mark the eyes, teeth and
nails, was a likeness of Mameena. Of course, it was rudely executed,
but it was--or rather is, for I have it still--a wonderfully good
portrait of her, for whether Zikali was or was not a wizard, he was
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