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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: whispering into my ear. "A quarter of a hundred years have gone
by since we talked together in this haunted kloof," she seemed to
whisper, "and before we talk again face to face there remain to
pass of years"--
Here she ceased, though naturally I should have liked to hear the
number. But that is just where dreams break down. They tell us
only of what we know, or can evolve therefrom. Of what it is
impossible for us to know they tell us nothing--at least as a
general rule.
I woke up with a start, and feeling stifled in that hot place and
aggravated by the sound of Anscombe's peaceful breathing, threw a
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