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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: of what I did some few nights since, when I celebrated the
sacrifice to Huitzel and you saw me at the ancient rites.
'All these years you had been true to me and I had borne you
children whom you loved; but you loved them for their own sake, not
for mine, indeed, at heart you hated the Indian blood that was
mixed in their veins with yours. Me also you loved in a certain
fashion and this half love of yours drove me well nigh mad; such as
it was, it died when you saw me distraught and celebrating the
rites of my forefathers on the teocalli yonder, and you knew me for
what I am, a savage. And now the children who linked us together
are dead--one by one they died in this way and in that, for the
Montezuma's Daughter |
