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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: then towards the garden, where Amyas stalked up and down as he had
used to do in happier days gone by. But his brow was contracted
now, his eyes fixed on the ground, as he plodded backwards and
forwards, his hands behind his back, and a huge cigar in his mouth,
the wonder of the little boys of Northam, who peeped in stealthily
as they passed the iron-work gates, to see the back of the famous
fire-breathing captain who had sailed round the world and been in
the country of headless men and flying dragons, and then popped
back their heads suddenly, as he turned toward them in his walk.
And Ayacanora looked, and looked, with no less admiration than the
urchins at the gate: but she got no more of an answering look from
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