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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Almayer's Folly by Joseph Conrad: power, that was also the mark of his servitude; then the breeze
freshened in a sharp gust of wind, and the flag flew out straight
and steady above the trees. A dark shadow ran along the river,
rolling over and covering up the sparkle of declining sunlight.
A big white cloud sailed slowly across the darkening sky, and
hung to the westward as if waiting for the sun to join it there.
Men and things shook off the torpor of the hot afternoon and
stirred into life under the first breath of the sea breeze.
Babalatchi hurried down to the water-gate; yet before he passed
through it he paused to look round the courtyard, with its light
and shade, with its cheery fires, with the groups of Lakamba's
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