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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: touched here and there with vivid yellow. But the autumn had scarce
advanced beyond the outworks; it was still almost summer in the heart
of the wood; and as soon as I had scrambled through the hedge, I
found myself in a dim green forest atmosphere under eaves of virgin
foliage. In places where the wood had itself for a background and
the trees were massed together thickly, the colour became intensified
and almost gem-like: a perfect fire green, that seemed none the less
green for a few specks of autumn gold. None of the trees were of any
considerable age or stature; but they grew well together, I have
said; and as the road turned and wound among them, they fell into
pleasant groupings and broke the light up pleasantly. Sometimes
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