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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Barnaby Rudge by Charles Dickens: observing to all his friends that he had got off very well with a
reprimand, and repeating with huge satisfaction his memorable
defence before the Council, 'that such was his temerity, he thought
death would have been his portion.'
On that night, too, more of the scattered remnants of the mob were
traced to their lurking-places, and taken; and in the hospitals,
and deep among the ruins they had made, and in the ditches, and
fields, many unshrouded wretches lay dead: envied by those who had
been active in the disturbances, and who pillowed their doomed
heads in the temporary jails.
And in the Tower, in a dreary room whose thick stone walls shut out
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