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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: Morte; while far away to the north and west the lonely isle of
Lundy hung like a soft gray cloud.
But they were not destined to reach their point as peaceably as
they could have wished. For just as they got opposite Clovelly
dike, the huge old Roman encampment which stands about midway in
their journey, they heard a halloo from the valley below, answered
by a fainter one far ahead. At which, like a couple of rogues (as
indeed they were), Father Campian and Father Parsons looked at each
other, and then both stared round at the wild, desolate, open
pasture (for the country was then all unenclosed), and the great
dark furze-grown banks above their heads; and Campian remarked
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