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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Travels with a Donkey in the Cevenne by Robert Louis Stevenson: shoulder, and the jacket hung almost to the ground, it was with a
heart greatly lightened that I set forth again.
I had now an arm free to thrash Modestine, and cruelly I chastised
her. If I were to reach the lakeside before dark, she must bestir
her little shanks to some tune. Already the sun had gone down into
a windy-looking mist; and although there were still a few streaks
of gold far off to the east on the hills and the black fir-woods,
all was cold and grey about our onward path. An infinity of little
country by-roads led hither and thither among the fields. It was
the most pointless labyrinth. I could see my destination overhead,
or rather the peak that dominates it; but choose as I pleased, the
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