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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Poems by Bronte Sisters: subdued her mood and bearing to a perpetual pensiveness; the
pillar of a cloud glided constantly before her eyes; she ever
waited at the foot of a secret Sinai, listening in her heart to
the voice of a trumpet sounding long and waxing louder. Some,
perhaps, would rejoice over these tokens of sincere though
sorrowing piety in a deceased relative: I own, to me they seem
sad, as if her whole innocent life had been passed under the
martyrdom of an unconfessed physical pain: their effect, indeed,
would be too distressing, were it not combated by the certain
knowledge that in her last moments this tyranny of a too tender
conscience was overcome; this pomp of terrors broke up, and
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