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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: he were a stump or a stone that chance had thrown in her way. Tonight,
whether it were critically, or kindly, or unkindly, he could not tell, but
she looked at him, at the man, Gregory Rose, with attention. A vague
elation filled him. He clinched his fist tight to think of some good idea
he might express to her; but of all those profound things he had pictured
himself as saying to her, when he sat alone in the daub-and-wattle house,
not one came. He said, at last:
"These Boer dances are very low things;" and then, as soon as it had gone
from him, he thought it was not a clever remark, and wished it back.
Before Lyndall replied Em looked in at the door.
"Oh, come," she said; "they are going to have the cushion-dance. I do not
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