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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Fables by Robert Louis Stevenson: it sound enough for me."
So they went down in the dusk to the doors of the house, and along
the beach of the sea. And the waves beat upon the one hand, and
upon the other the dead leaves ran; and the clouds raced in the
sky, and the gulls flew widdershins. And when they came to that
part of the beach where strange things had been done in the ancient
ages, lo, there was the crone, and she was dancing widdershins.
"What makes you dance widdershins, old crone?" said the King's
daughter; "here upon the bleak beach, between the waves and the
dead leaves?"
"I hear a sound in the wind that is like a sound of piping," quoth
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