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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Bride of Lammermoor by Walter Scott: fountain, and seemed to watch the progress of its current, as it
bubbled forth to daylight, in gay and sparkling profusion, from
under the shadow of the ribbed and darksome vault, with which
veneration, or perhaps remorse, had canopied its source. To a
superstitious eye, Lucy Ashton, folded in her plaided mantle,
with her long hair, escaping partly from the snood and falling
upon her silver neck, might have suggested the idea of the
murdered Nymph of the fountain. But Ravenswood only saw a female
exquisitely beautiful, and rendered yet more so in his eyes--how
could it be otherwise?--by the consciousness that she had placed
her affections on him. As he gazed on her, he felt his fixed
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