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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Twilight Land by Howard Pyle: myself that the first body that came to my house I would take for
a son--or a daughter, as the case might be. You are the first,
and so you shall live with me as long as I live, and after I am
gone everything that I have shall be yours."
The Fiddler did nothing but stare with open eyes and mouth, as
though he would never shut either again.
Well, the Fiddler lived with the old man for maybe three or four
days as snug and happy a life as ever a mouse passed in a green
cheese. As for the gold and silver and jewels--why, they were
as plentiful in that house as dust in a mill! Everything the
Fiddler wanted came to his hand. He lived high, and slept soft
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