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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: moment when I saw you walking by the stone wall with the jug in your hands.
You were made for me, created for me! I will love you till I die! Oh, Em,
do not be so cold, so cruel to me!"
He held her arm so tightly that her fingers relaxed their hold, and the
cloak fluttered down on to the ground, and the wind played more roughly
than ever with the little yellow head.
"I do love you very much," she said; "but I do not know if I want to marry
you. I love you better than Waldo, but I can't tell if I love you better
than Lyndall. If you would let me wait for a week I think perhaps I could
tell you."
Gregory picked up the cloak and wrapped it round her.
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