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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 the club I carried, tumbling him to the earth. Now half
stunned and blinded I crept towards him through the press. All
that I could see was a gleam of armour in the mud. I threw myself
upon it, gripping at the wearer's throat, and together we rolled
down the side of the causeway into the shallow water at the edge of
the lake. I was uppermost, and with a fierce joy I dashed the
blood from my eyes that I might see to kill my enemy caught at
last. His body was in the lake but his head lay upon the sloping
bank, and my plan was to hold him beneath the water till he was
drowned, for I had lost my club.
'At length, de Garcia!' I cried in Spanish as I shifted my grip.
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