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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: he had set his varnished boots upon a bitter road where hunger
tramped with tireless stride and wounds and weariness and heartbreak
ran like yelping wolves. And the end of the road was death. He
need not have gone. He was safe, rich, comfortable. But he had
gone, leaving her alone in a night as black as blindness, with the
Yankee Army between her and home.
Now she remembered all the bad names she had wanted to call him but
it was too late. She leaned her head against the bowed neck of the
horse and cried.
CHAPTER XXIV
The bright glare of morning sunlight streaming through the trees
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