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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Barnaby Rudge by Charles Dickens: chimneys upon which he looked, of the smoke and rising mist he
vainly sought to pierce, of the shrill cries of children at their
evening sports, the distant hum and turmoil of the town, the
cheerful country breath that rustled past to meet it, and to droop,
and die; he watched, and watched, till it was dark save for the
specks of light that twinkled in the streets below and far away--
and, as the darkness deepened, strained his gaze and grew more
eager yet.
'Nothing but gloom in that direction, still!' he muttered
restlessly. 'Dog! where is the redness in the sky, you promised
me!'
Barnaby Rudge |
