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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Heroes by Charles Kingsley: he shrank from the man, he knew not why; for, though his
voice was gentle and fawning, it was dry and husky like a
toad's; and though his eyes were gentle, they were dull and
cold like stones. But he consented, and went with the man up
a glen which led from the road toward the peaks of Parnes,
under the dark shadow of the cliffs.
And as they went up, the glen grew narrower, and the cliffs
higher and darker, and beneath them a torrent roared, half
seen between bare limestone crags. And around there was
neither tree nor bush, while from the white peaks of Parnes
the snow-blasts swept down the glen, cutting and chilling
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