It was a basic tenet of his religion-still is for the average Afrikaner. 'We can attack the cavalry installation,' he replied with that bitter animosity he held for the English lancers. ' She turned her head weakly, and when he looked at her arms, thin as the reeds beside their lake, he realized that she was powerless to move. r Y ' 3 their
' De Groot simply sat there, arms folded, legs spread apart, st ing at his old companion. 'Never forget, this is the land of the Afrikaner, paid for with our blood and held through our faith. There'll be no place for them. I've never seen a better Hamlet.
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