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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Under the Red Robe by Stanley Weyman: the door--I began to dream again, I began to sink again into
folly, that was half-pleasure, half-pain. The fury of the
gaming-house and the riot of Zaton's seemed far away. The
triumphs of the fencing-room--even they grew cheap and tawdry. I
thought of existence as one outside it, I balanced this against
that, and wondered whether, after all, the red soutane were so
much better than the homely jerkin, or the fame of a day than
ease and safety.
And life at Cocheforet was all after the pattern of this dinner.
Each day, I might almost say each meal, gave rise to the same
sequence of thoughts. In Clon's presence, or when some word of
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