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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: but he had disappeared before I could get down."
"Disappeared? Why, he seemed to be walking so slowly when we saw
him."
Boyne shrugged his shoulders. "So I thought; but he must have
got up steam in the interval. What do you say to our trying a
scramble up Meldon Steep before sunset?"
That was all. At the time the occurrence had been less than
nothing, had, indeed, been immediately obliterated by the magic
of their first vision from Meldon Steep, a height which they had
dreamed of climbing ever since they had first seen its bare spine
heaving itself above the low roof of Lyng. Doubtless it was the
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