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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: against the door, which was fastened, and pushed with might and
main--once, twice; suddenly the lock gave way, and out they
pitched headlong into a blaze of sunlight. A deafening clapping
and uproar sounded in their ears, and scores of pigeons, suddenly
disturbed, rose in stormy flight.
They sat up and looked around them in silent wonder. They were in
a bower of leafy green. It was the top story of the tower, the
roof of which had crumbled and toppled in, leaving it open to the
sky, with only here and there a slanting beam or two supporting a
portion of the tiled roof, affording shelter for the nests of the
pigeons crowded closely together. Over everything the ivy had
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