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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Twilight Land by Howard Pyle: must be some wonder about it." So he brought it out, and sat
looking at it and looking at it, but he could make nothing of it
for the life of him. Nevertheless, it might have some wishing
power about it, like the magic stool. "I wish," said the soldier,
"that I might get out of this scrape." That is what we have all
wished many and many a time in a like case; but just now it did
the soldier no more good to wish than it does good for the rest
of us. "Bah!" said he, "it is nothing but a black stone after
all." And then he threw it into the fire.
Puff! Bang! Away flew the embers upon every side, and back
tumbled the soldier, and there in the middle of the flame stood
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