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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: behind them, behold there were no more; at which, sirs, as you may
well think, our hearts sank within us.
"And Mr. O., coming nearer, cried out afar off, 'All is lost!' and
so walked into the camp without a word, and sat himself down at the
foot of a great tree with his head between his hands, speaking
neither to the lady or to any one, till she very pitifully kneeling
before him, cursing herself for the cause of all his mischief, and
praying him to avenge himself upon that her tender body, won him
hardly to look once upon her, after which (as is the way of vain
and unstable man) all between them was as before.
"But the men were full of curses against the negroes, for their
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