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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Brother of Daphne by Dornford Yates: "It's murder," I said desperately, "sheer murder. You ask my
death."
The stable clock chimed a quarter past seven.
We entered the kitchen garden in single file.
The hive was as silent as the tomb. It seemed almost wicked to-
All went well until Berry was on the point of lifting the skep.
Suddenly something jumped in the wallflowers by Daphne, and she
started against her husband with a little scream. It was a toad.
I felt braver. We were not alone. But my pleasure was
shortlived. Berry's hand had been upon the skep and the jolt had
aroused the bees.
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