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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tales of Unrest by Joseph Conrad: and rifles, and also a six-pounder brass gun with its carriage which
we had subscribed together for a present for our friend. The
afternoon was sultry. Ragged edges of black clouds peeped over the
hills, and invisible thunderstorms circled outside, growling like wild
beasts. We got the schooner ready for sea, intending to leave next
morning at daylight. All day a merciless sun blazed down into the bay,
fierce and pale, as if at white heat. Nothing moved on the land. The
beach was empty, the villages seemed deserted; the trees far off stood
in unstirring clumps, as if painted; the white smoke of some invisible
bush-fire spread itself low over the shores of the bay like a settling
fog. Late in the day three of Karain's chief men, dressed in their
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