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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The King of the Golden River by John Ruskin: lifelessly, and a swarm of black ants were crawling about its lips
and throat. Its eye moved to the bottle which Hans held in his
hand. He raised it, drank, spurned the animal with his foot, and
passed on. And he did not know how it was, but he thought that a
strange shadow had suddenly come across the blue sky.
The path became steeper and more rugged every moment, and the
high hill air, instead of refreshing him, seemed to throw his blood
into a fever. The noise of the hill cataracts sounded like mockery
in his ears; they were all distant, and his thirst increased every
moment. Another hour passed, and he again looked down to the flask
at his side; it was half empty, but there was much more than three
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