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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker: In fear I turned to my poor Madam Mina, and my heart with gladness
leapt like flame. For oh! the terror in her sweet eyes,
the repulsion, the horror, told a story to my heart that was
all of hope. God be thanked she was not, yet of them.
I seized some of the firewood which was by me, and holding
out some of the Wafer, advanced on them towards the fire.
They drew back before me, and laughed their low horrid laugh. I fed
the fire, and feared them not. For I knew that we were safe within
the ring, which she could not leave no more than they could enter.
The horses had ceased to moan, and lay still on the ground.
The snow fell on them softly, and they grew whiter.
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