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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: off or forgotten. He must go forth. He picked up his fine shoes of
Spanish leather, but as luck would have it - little though he guessed
the extent just then - he found them hardening, though still damp from
the dews of Mr. Newlington's garden. He cast them aside, and, taking
a key from his pocket, unlocked an oak cupboard and withdrew the heavy
muddy boots in which he had ridden from town. He drew them on and,
taking up his hat and sword, went down the creaking stairs and out into
the street.
Bridgwater had fallen quiet by now; the army was gone and townsfolk
were in their beds. Moodily, unconsciously, yet as if guided by a sort
of instinct, he went down the High Street, and then turned off into
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