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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from My Aunt Margaret's Mirror by Walter Scott: he turned his face suddenly, it was frightfully realized, and
they saw, in the gay bridegroom before them, Sir Philip Forester.
His wife uttered an imperfect exclamation, at the sound of which
the whole scene stirred and seemed to separate.
"I could compare it to nothing," said Lady Bothwell, while
recounting the wonderful tale, "but to the dispersion of the
reflection offered by a deep and calm pool, when a stone is
suddenly cast into it, and the shadows become dissipated and
broken." The master pressed both the ladies' hands severely, as
if to remind them of their promise, and of the danger which they
incurred. The exclamation died away on Lady Forester's tongue,
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