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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland by Olive Schreiner: from the arms, and the man stood free. Like a dazed dumb creature, he
stood, with his head still down, eyeing Peter.
Instantly Peter slipped the red bundle from his arm into the man's passive
hand.
"Ari-tsemaia! Hamba! Loop! Go!" whispered Peter Halket; using a word
from each African language he knew. But the black man still stood
motionless, looking at him as one paralysed.
"Hamba! Sucka! Go!" he whispered, motioning his hand.
In an instant a gleam of intelligence shot across the face; then a wild
transport. Without a word, without a sound, as the tiger leaps when the
wild dogs are on it, with one long, smooth spring, as though unwounded and
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