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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court by Mark Twain: place was full of a foul stench. I put the bowl to the
woman's lips, and as she gripped it with her eager
talons the shutter came open and a strong light flooded
her face. Smallpox!
I sprang to the king, and said in his ear:
"Out of the door on the instant, sire! the woman
is dying of that disease that wasted the skirts of
Camelot two years ago."
He did not budge.
"Of a truth I shall remain -- and likewise help."
I whispered again:
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