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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson: downward course of the river, the wet woods all smoking, the
shadows long and blue, the mists golden and rosy in the sun,
here and there the water flashing across an obstacle. His
heart expanded and softened to a grateful melancholy, and
with his eye fixed upon the distance, and no thought of
present danger, he continued to stroll along the elevated and
treacherous promenade.
A terror-stricken cry rose to him from the courtyard. He
looked down, and saw in a glimpse Nance standing below with
hands clasped in horror and his own foot trembling on the
margin of a gulf. He recoiled and leant against a pillar,
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