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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: with your brethren.' And still hissing they pushed me thence.
I drew back and thought for a while in the shadow of the temple.
My eye fell upon the long line of victims awaiting their turn of
sacrifice. There were thirty and one of them still alive, and of
these five were Spaniards. I noted that the Spaniards were chained
the last of all the line. It seemed that the murderers would keep
them till the end of the feast, indeed I discovered that they were
to be offered up at the rising of the sun. How could I save them,
I wondered. My power was gone. The women could not be moved from
their work of vengeance; they were mad with their sufferings. As
well might a man try to snatch her prey from a puma robbed of her
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