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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle: confusion, his anxiety growing keener as he became cooler. But at
last, with a heartfelt joy, he gathered from the confused buzz of
words that the other lad had opened his eyes and, after a while,
he saw him sit up, leaning his head upon the shoulder of one of
his fellow-bachelors, white and faint and sick as death.
"Thank Heaven that thou didst not kill him!" said Edmund Wilkes,
who had been standing with the crowd looking on at the efforts of
Blunt's friends to revive him, and who had now come and sat down
upon the bed not far from Myles.
"Aye," said Myles, gruffly, "I do thank Heaven for that."
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