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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Black Arrow by Robert Louis Stevenson: burning tapers - and stretched before it on the steps, the figure
of Sir Oliver praying with uplifted hands.
At the other end, they descended a few steps. The passage grew
narrower; the wall upon one hand was now of wood; the noise of
people talking, and a faint flickering of lights, came through the
interstices; and presently they came to a round hole about the size
of a man's eye, and Dick, looking down through it, beheld the
interior of the hall, and some half a dozen men sitting, in their
jacks, about the table, drinking deep and demolishing a venison
pie. These were certainly some of the late arrivals.
"Here is no help," said Dick. "Let us try back."
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