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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The King of the Golden River by John Ruskin: eye fell on an object lying on the rock beside him; he thought it
moved. It was a small dog, apparently in the last agony of death
from thirst. Its tongue was out, its jaws dry, its limbs extended
lifelessly, and a swarm of black ants were crawling about its lips
and throat. Its eye moved to the bottle which Hans held in his
hand. He raised it, drank, spurned the animal with his foot, and
passed on. And he did not know how it was, but he thought that a
strange shadow had suddenly come across the blue sky.
The path became steeper and more rugged every moment, and the
high hill air, instead of refreshing him, seemed to throw his blood
into a fever. The noise of the hill cataracts sounded like mockery
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