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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from A Journal of the Plague Year by Daniel Defoe: night the dead-cart stood at the end of that alley, for if it went in it
could not well turn again, and could go in but a little way. There, I
say, it stood to receive dead bodies, and as the churchyard was but a
little way off, if it went away full it would soon be back again. It is
impossible to describe the most horrible cries and noise the poor
people would make at their bringing the dead bodies of their children
and friends out of the cart, and by the number one would have thought
there had been none left behind, or that there were people enough for
a small city living in those places. Several times they cried 'Murder',
sometimes 'Fire'; but it was easy to perceive it was all distraction, and
the complaints of distressed and distempered people.
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