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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: It was the first time that Myles had ever heard of such courtesy
being extended to one of the company of squires, and, much
wondering, he obeyed the invitation, or rather command, and took
the seat.
The old knight sat regarding him for a while in silence, his one
eye, as bright and as steady as that of a hawk, looking keenly
from under the penthouse of its bushy brows, the while he slowly
twirled and twisted his bristling wiry mustaches, as was his wont
when in meditation. At last he broke the silence. "How old art
thou?" said he, abruptly.
"I be turned seventeen last April," Myles answered, as he had the
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