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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Black Arrow by Robert Louis Stevenson: stopped dead. "Ave Maria!" he cried. "Saints be our shield! What
cheer is this?"
"Cold cheer with Appleyard, sir parson," answered Hatch, with
perfect cheerfulness. "Shot at his own door, and alighteth even
now at purgatory gates. Ay! there, if tales be true, he shall lack
neither coal nor candle."
Sir Oliver groped his way to a joint-stool, and sat down upon it,
sick and white.
"This is a judgment! O, a great stroke!" he sobbed, and rattled
off a leash of prayers.
Hatch meanwhile reverently doffed his salet and knelt down.
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