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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: upon it as no especial sign of grace in any one; but to groan at hymn-time!
She was startled. She wondered if he remembered that she shook her fist in
his face. This was a man of God. They knelt down to pray. The Boer-woman
weighed two hundred and fifty pounds, and could not kneel. She sat in her
chair, and peeped between her crossed fingers at the stranger's back. She
could not understand what he said; but he was in earnest. He shook the
chair by the back rail till it made quite a little dust on the mud floor.
When they rose from their knees Bonaparte solemnly seated himself in the
chair and opened the Bible. He blew his nose, pulled up his shirt collar,
smoothed the leaves, stroked down his capacious waistcoat, blew his nose
again, looked solemnly round the room, then began.
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