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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Travels with a Donkey in the Cevenne by Robert Louis Stevenson: flying clouds pursued their way invisibly to human eyesight. I
could not distinguish my hand at arm's-length from the track, nor
my goad, at the same distance, from the meadows or the sky.
Soon the road that I was following split, after the fashion of the
country, into three or four in a piece of rocky meadow. Since
Modestine had shown such a fancy for beaten roads, I tried her
instinct in this predicament. But the instinct of an ass is what
might be expected from the name; in half a minute she was
clambering round and round among some boulders, as lost a donkey as
you would wish to see. I should have camped long before had I been
properly provided; but as this was to be so short a stage, I had
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