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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Maid Marian by Thomas Love Peacock: which they heard dashing in its rocky channel, and saw its white foam
gleaming at intervals in the last faint glimmerings of twilight.
In a short time all was dark, and the rising voice of the wind
foretold a coming storm. They turned a point of the valley, and saw
a light below them in the depth of the hollow, shining through a
cottage-casement and dancing in its reflection on the restless stream.
Robin blew his horn, which was answered from below. The cottage
door opened: a boy came forth with a torch, ascended the steep,
showed tokens of great delight at meeting with Robin, and lighted
them down a flight of steps rudely cut in the rock, and over a series
of rugged stepping-stones, that crossed the channel of the river.
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