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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Kenilworth by Walter Scott: movements of Edmund Tressilian.--Admit him, I say, but bring him
not hither; I will come to you presently in the Abbot's library."
Foster left the room, and the courtier, who remained behind,
paced the parlour more than once in deep thought, his arms folded
on his bosom, until at length he gave vent to his meditations in
broken words, which we have somewhat enlarged and connected, that
his soliloquy may be intelligible to the reader.
"'Tis true," he said, suddenly stopping, and resting his right
hand on the table at which they had been sitting, "this base
churl hath fathomed the very depth of my fear, and I have been
unable to disguise it from him. She loves me not--I would it
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