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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: I could find no words, but as she bound my wound, I bent down and
kissed her ministering hand. She flushed red as the evening sky,
the flood of crimson losing itself at last beneath her auburn hair,
but it burned deepest upon the white hand which I had kissed.
'Why did you do that, Thomas?' she said, in a low voice.
Then I spoke. 'I did it because I love you, Lily, and do not know
how to begin the telling of my love. I love you, dear, and have
always loved as I always shall love you.'
'Are you so sure of that, Thomas?' she said, again.
'There is nothing else in the world of which I am so sure, Lily.
What I wish to be as sure of is that you love me as I love you.'
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