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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Brother of Daphne by Dornford Yates: castle in the woods, white-walled, red-roofed, peaceful enough
now in its old age, but hinting at wild oats sown and reaped when
it was young. Hinting broadly, too. At nights shaken with the
flare of torches and the clash of arms, at oaths and laughter and
the tinkle of spurs on the worn steps, at threats and
bloodlettings and all the good old ways, now dead, out of date,
and less indebted to memory than imagination. And then at
galleries with creaking floors, at arras and the rustle of a
dress; whisperings, too, and the proud flash of eyes, hands
lily-white, whose fingers men must kiss and in the eyes mirror
themselves. But these things are not dead. Old-fashioned wrath
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