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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle: in hand. Then, peering over the shoulders of the crowd, he had
seen his young master, stripped to the waist, fighting like a
gladiator with a fellow a head taller than himself. Diccon was
about to force his way through the crowd and drag them asunder,
but a second look had showed his practised eye that Myles was not
only holding his own, but was in the way of winning the victory.
So he had stood with the others looking on, withholding himself
from any interference and whatever upbraiding might be necessary
until the fight had been brought to a triumphant close. Lord
Falworth never heard directly of the redoubtable affair, but old
Diccon was not so silent with the common folk of Crosbey-Dale,
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