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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Twilight Land by Howard Pyle: he left behind. Many servants stood around; but they only bowed,
and never asked whence he came. At last he came to a room where a
little old man sat at a table. The table was spread with a feast
that smelled so good that it brought tears to the Fiddler's eyes
and water to his mouth, and all the plates were of pure gold. The
little old man sat alone, but another place was spread, as though
he were expecting some one. As the Fiddler came in the little old
man nodded and smiled. "Welcome!" he cried; "and have you come at
last?"
"Yes," said the Fiddler, "I have. It was Ill-Luck that brought
me."
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