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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: fog horn moaned.
It was now six o'clock. The snow threw out a mild light which could
not brighten the deep darkness around them. About half an hour
later the first cab halted. "There's the house up there. Shall I
drive to the garden gate?"
"No, stop here." Muller was already on the ground. "Are there any
dogs here?" he asked.
"I didn't hear any yesterday."
"That's of no value. You didn't seem to hear much of anything
yesterday." Muller opened the door of the cab and helped Berner
out. The old man was trembling. "That was a dreadful drive!"
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