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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: treasure chamber that was also a dead-house. There lay the
glittering gems; there, stood upon a jar, gleamed the golden head
of Montezuma, of which the emerald eyes seemed to glare at me, and
there, his back resting against this same jar, and his arms
encircling two others to the right and left, was the dead man. But
he was no longer dead, or so it seemed to me; at the least his eyes
that were shut had opened, and they stared at me like the emerald
eyes of the golden statue above him, only more fearfully.
Very hastily I withdrew the torch, and we finished in silence.
When it was done we withdrew to the end of the passage and looked
up the shaft, and I for one was glad to see the stars shining in
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