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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Marie by H. Rider Haggard: cut my throat, here is my big knife, and afterwards cut your own, if you
have not time to load the gun again and shoot yourself, which is
easier."
I nodded, for it was in my mind to do these things. Never could I stand
still and see those poor Boers killed, and I knew that Marie would look
after herself.
Meanwhile, the Zulus were coming towards me, and the soldiers who had
charge of them were driving up Marais's people, making pretence to
thrust them through with their assegais, and shouting at them as men do
at cattle. Both parties arrived in the depression at about the same
time, but remained separated by a little space. In this space lay the
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