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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Brother of Daphne by Dornford Yates: strayed from the highway up one of those curling roads to one of
those white castles, only to lose myself in the thicket of
Romance beyond. Perhaps it does not matter. Anyway, it was on
the slope of a green meadow all among the mountains of Krain that
the girl was sitting, herself unminded, minding her cows. And
out of the woods above her a round, white tower proclaimed a
chateau set on the shoulder of a hill.
Her dress was that of the country, and yet, perhaps, rather such
as Croatian peasants wear. All white linen, embroidered ever so
richly, cut low and round at the neck, and with the skirt falling
some four inches below her knee: short sleeves, a small, white
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