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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: treasure.
'Gladly,' I answered, for I was curious to see the place, but the
noble hesitated awhile, though in the end he came with us, to his
ill-fortune.
Then Guatemoc took torches in his hand, and was lowered into the
shaft by a rope. Next came my turn, and down I went, hanging to
the cord like a spider to its thread, and the hole was very deep.
At length I found myself standing by the side of Guatemoc at the
foot of the shaft, round which, as I saw by the light of the torch
he carried, an edging of dried bricks was built up to the height of
a man above our heads. Resting on this edging and against the wall
Montezuma's Daughter |
