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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Finished by H. Rider Haggard: would insist upon beginning to pack up the things in a foolish
kind of way, muttering something about our trekking on the
following day. The night passed as usual, Kaatje sleeping very
heavily by my side and snoring so much" (here I groaned
sympathetically) "that I could get little rest. On the next
morning after breakfast as the huts were very hot, Nombe
suggested that we should sit under the shadow of the overhanging
rock, just where we are now. Accordingly we went, and being
tired out with all our troubles and bad nights, I fell into a
doze, and so, I think, did Maurice, Nombe sitting near to us and
singing all the while, a very queer kind of song.
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