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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: Just then the man at the toll-gate on the other side ran out of the house,
tossing a torch about like one mad.
"Hoy, hoy, hoy! halloo! stop!" he cried.
"What's the matter?" shouted my master.
"The bridge is broken in the middle, and part of it is carried away;
if you come on you'll be into the river."
"Thank God!" said my master. "You Beauty!" said John, and took the bridle
and gently turned me round to the right-hand road by the river side.
The sun had set some time; the wind seemed to have lulled off
after that furious blast which tore up the tree. It grew darker and darker,
stiller and stiller. I trotted quietly along, the wheels hardly making
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