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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: love grown - that he had not conquered. The joy that at first was his
was now all dashed. His death would cause her pain. His death! 0 God!
It is an easy thing to be a martyr; but this was not martyrdom; having
done what he had done he had not the right to die. The last vestige
of the smile that he had worn faded from his tight-pressed lips
tight-pressed as though to endure some physical suffering. His face
greyed, and deep lines furrowed his brow. Thus he marched on,
mechanically, amid his marching escort, through the murky, fog-laden
night, taking no heed of the stir about them, for all Weston Zoyland
was aroused by now.
Ahead of them, and over to the east, the firing blazed and crackled,
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