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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Lucile by Owen Meredith: Surged up from that caldron of passion that hiss'd
And seeth'd in his heart.
VII.
He had thrown, and had miss'd
His last stake.
VIII.
For, transfigured, she rose from the place
Where he rested o'erawed: a saint's scorn on her face;
Such a dread vade retro was written in light
On her forehead, the fiend would himself, at that sight,
Have sunk back abash'd to perdition. I know
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