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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: felt the wind's might, and knocked its flat leaves heavily together, till
great branches broke off. The Kaffers, as they slept in their straw huts,
whispered one to another that before morning there would not be an armful
of thatch left on the roofs; and the beams of the wagon-house creaked and
groaned as if it were heavy work to resist the importunity of the wind.
Em had not gone to bed. Who could sleep on a night like this? So in the
dining room she had lighted a fire, and sat on the ground before it,
turning the roaster-cakes that lay on the coals to bake. It would save
work in the morning; and she blew out the light because the wind through
the window-chinks made it flicker and run; and she sat singing to herself
as she watched the cakes. They lay at one end of the wide hearth on a bed
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