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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard,  Allan Quatermain — Chapter I: The Consul's Yarn (1887)

“ Wilt thou throw thyself to Fortune and come, or fearest thou, Umslopogaas?'
The great man smiled. 'Thou art not altogether right, Macumazahn,' he said; 'I have plotted in my time, but it was not ambition that led me to my fall; but, shame on me that I should have to say it, a fair woman's face. Let it pass. So we are going to see something like the old times again, Macumazahn, when we fought and hunted in Zululand? Ay, I will come. Come life, come death, what care I, so that the blows fall fast and the blood runs red? I grow old, I grow old, and I have not fought enough!
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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard,  Allan Quatermain — Chapter I: The Consul's Yarn (1887)

“ Imagine to yourself a small, withered, yellow-faced man of sixty-three, with thin hands, large brown eyes, a head of grizzled hair cut short and standing up like a half-worn scrubbing-brush—total weight in my clothes, nine stone six—and you will get a very fair idea of Allan Quatermain, commonly called Hunter Quatermain, or by the natives 'Macumazahn'—anglice, he who keeps a bright look-out at night, or, in vulgar English, a sharp fellow who is not to be taken in. ”
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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard,  Allan Quatermain — Chapter I: The Consul's Yarn (1887)

“ That which Time swallows comes not up again. Let it be forgotten!
'And now, behold, Umslopogaas, I know thee for a great warrior and a brave man, faithful to the death. Even in Zululand, where all the men are brave, they called thee the "Slaughterer", and at night told stories round the fire of thy strength and deeds. Hear me now. Thou seest this great man, my friend'—and I pointed to Sir Henry; 'he also is a warrior as great as thou, and, strong as thou art, he could throw thee over his shoulder.
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