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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: torn off her and she stood before me arrayed in nothing except her
beauty, her flowing hair, and a broidered cotton smock.
'Do not wonder, Teule,' she said in a low voice, answering the
question my tongue refused to frame, 'I am your wife and yonder is
our marriage bed, the first and last. Though you do not love me,
to-day I die your death and at your side, as I have the right to
do. I could not save you, Teule, but at least I can die with you.'
At the moment I made no answer, for I was stricken silent by my
wonder, and before I could find my tongue the priests had cast me
down, and for the second time I lay upon the stone of doom. As
they held me a yell fiercer and longer than any which had gone
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