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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: he was a large and prosperous farmer, there arose a sound of bellowing,
neighing, and baaing, and with it that of the shouting of men.
"They are driving off the stock," said Marie. "Oh! my poor father, he
is ruined; it will break his heart."
"Bad enough," I answered, "but there are things that might be worse.
Hark!"
As I spoke there came a sound of stamping feet and of a wild war chant.
Then in the edge of the mist that hung above the hollow where the cattle
kraals were, figures appeared, moving swiftly to and fro, looking
ghostly and unreal. The Kaffirs were marshalling their men for the
attack. A minute more and it had begun. On up the slope they came in
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