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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Brother of Daphne by Dornford Yates: and four more arrived.
Berry lost his head and began to shoot wildly. One settled on
Daphne's veil and she screamed. The hive began to hum again.
With mistaken gallantry, Berry left the bees on his gauntlet and
turned to the one on his wife's veil. The next moment she was
reeling against the wall in a paroxysm of choking coughs. Some
more of the twenty-five thousand began to emerge from the skep,
and a moment later I was stung in the lobe of the right ear.
The pain, I may say, was acute, but it certainly broke the spell,
and I turned and ran as I have never run before.
Across the garden, down the drive, out of the lodge gates, over a
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