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H. Rider Haggard
H. Rider Haggard
- Out of the dark we came, into the dark we go…Life is nothing. Life is all. It is the hand with which we hold off death. It is the glow-worm that shines in the night-time and is black in the morning; it is the white breath of the oxen in winter; it is the little shadow that runs across the grass and loses itself at sunset.King Solomon's Mines (1886) ch. 5; see Crowfoot
- She who must be obeyed.She (1887) ch. 6 and passim
