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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: back from his morning trip to Ten-Acre Meadow with the cows. He
was almost convulsed with fright as he stumbled into the kitchen;
and in the yard outside the no less frightened herd were pawing
and lowing pitifully, having followed the boy back in the panic
they shared with him. Between gasps Luther tried to stammer out
his tale to Mrs Corey.
'Up thar in the rud beyont the glen,
Mis' Corey - they's suthin' ben thar! It smells like thunder,
an' all the bushes an' little trees is pushed back from the rud
like they'd a haouse ben moved along of it. An' that ain't the
wust, nuther. They's prints in the rud, Mis' Corey - great raound
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