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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard,  Allan and the Holy Flower — Chapter VII (1915)

“ I expect that Hans, who had remained discreetly in the background after the fighting began, emerged when it was over and gave them a match. In due course out came the wretched Arab. Then they flung themselves on him as marching ants do upon a caterpillar, and despite his cries for mercy, tore him to fragments, literally to fragments. Being what they were, it was hard to blame them. If we had seen our parents shot, our infants pitilessly butchered, our homes destroyed and our women and children marched off in the slave-sticks to be sold into bondage, should we not have done the same? ”
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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard,  Allan and the Holy Flower — Chapter VII (1915)

“ But dinner presupposed a cook, which reminded us of Sammy. Stephen, who was in such a state of jubilation that he danced rather than walked, the helmet with a bullet-hole through it stuck ludicrously upon the back of his head, started to look for him, and presently called to me in an alarmed voice. I went to the back of the camp and, staring into a hole like a small grave, that had been hollowed behind a solitary thorn tree, at the bottom of which lay a huddled heap, I found him. It was Sammy to all appearance. ”
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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard,  Allan and the Holy Flower — Chapter VII (1915)

“ In a few words I explained the situation to Mavovo, leaving out the story of Napoleon, and asked his advice.
"We must run," he answered. "Although I do not like running, life is more than stores, and he who lives may one day pay his debts."
"But the wounded, Mavovo; we cannot carry them."
"I will see to them, Macumazana; it is the fortune of war. Or if they prefer it, we can leave them—to be nursed by the Arabs," which of course was just Napoleon and his poison over again.
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