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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Travels with a Donkey in the Cevenne by Robert Louis Stevenson: manly singing, the silence that ensued, the sight of cowled heads
bowed in prayer, and then the clear trenchant beating of the bell,
breaking in to show that the last office was over and the hour of
sleep had come; and when I remember, I am not surprised that I made
my escape into the court with somewhat whirling fancies, and stood
like a man bewildered in the windy starry night.
But I was weary; and when I had quieted my spirits with Elizabeth
Seton's memoirs - a dull work - the cold and the raving of the wind
among the pines (for my room was on that side of the monastery
which adjoins the woods) disposed me readily to slumber. I was
wakened at black midnight, as it seemed, though it was really two
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