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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Finished by H. Rider Haggard: have walked to look at them, or rather hopped, leaning on the
shoulder of a very sniffy Swazi boy. Do you know, old fellow, I
believe there never were any Basutos; also that the venerable
Marnham and the lurid Todd had no real existence, that they were
but illusions, a prolonged nightmare--no more. Here is your
shirt. I am sorry that I have not had time to wash it, but it
has cooked well in the sun, which, being flannel, is almost as
good."
"At any rate Heda remains," I remarked, cutting his nonsense
short, "and I suppose she is not a nightmare or a delusion."
"Yes, thank God! she remains," he replied with earnestness. "Oh!
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