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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Country of the Pointed Firs by Sarah Orne Jewett: agree and turn, and sway together down the long slopes of air, then
separate hastily and plunge into the waves. The tide was setting
in, and plenty of small fish were coming with it, unconscious of
the silver flashing of the great birds overhead and the quickness
of their fierce beaks. The sea was full of life and spirit, the
tops of the waves flew back as if they were winged like the gulls
themselves, and like them had the freedom of the wind. Out in the
main channel we passed a bent-shouldered old fisherman bound for
the evening round among his lobster traps. He was toiling along
with short oars, and the dory tossed and sank and tossed again with
the steamer's waves. I saw that it was old Elijah Tilley, and
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