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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland by Olive Schreiner: took up the bird. "I'll put it into the pot; it'll give it the flavour of
something except weevily mealies"; he said, and fell to plucking it.
The Englishman took his hat off, and lifted the fine damp hair from his
forehead.
"Knocked up, eh?" said the Colonial, glancing kindly up at him. 'I've a
few drops in my flask still."
"Oh, no, I can stand it well enough. It's only a little warm." He gave a
slight cough, and laid his head down sideways on his arm. His eyes watched
mechanically the Colonial's manipulation of the bird. He had left England
to escape phthisis; and he had gone to Mashonaland because it was a place
where he could earn an open-air living, and save his parents from the
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