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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Son of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: naughty; but the little mother never punished. Instead, she
caressed and fondled; her attitude influenced solely by her own
pathetic desire for love.
Now, as she pressed Geeka close to her, her sobs lessened
gradually, until she was able to control her voice, and pour
out her misery into the ivory ear of her only confidante.
"Geeka loves Meriem," she whispered. "Why does The Sheik,
my father, not love me, too? Am I so naughty? I try to
be good; but I never know why he strikes me, so I cannot tell
what I have done which displeases him. Just now he kicked me
and hurt me so, Geeka; but I was only sitting before the tent
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