Master of the Game

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Sitatlar 16

There were deep ridges along his sunken cheeks and a livid scar across his chin

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not care about me. Van der Merwe raped

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Their ages were measured by tribal lore: wars and battles, and births and deaths of great chiefs, comets and blizzards and earthquakes

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He reached a wooden shack, took one last look around, rapped twice on the door and entered

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Once again, the Bantus would rise and rule because of him. The

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black could exist was by slim , subservient on the surface, but cunning and clever beneath.

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The whites had pushed them into smaller and smaller territories, until their freedom had been eroded

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English ladies in flounced skirts and ruffled blouses mingled in front of the bazaars set up in the town squares at Braameonstein

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And now they were enslaved by a handful of white jackals

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minority ruled. Banda hated them. This was his land

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