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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott: that he floundered forward, and finally fell upon his hands and
knees on the floor of a damp and stone-paved dungeon.
When Dalgetty had recovered, his first demand was to know over
whom he had stumbled.
"He was a man a month since," answered a hollow and broken voice.
"And what is he now, then," said Dalgetty, "that he thinks it
fitting to lie upon the lowest step of the stairs, and clew'd up
like a hurchin, that honourable cavaliers, who chance to be in
trouble, may break their noses over him?"
"What is he now?" replied the same voice; "he is a wretched
trunk, from which the boughs have one by one been lopped away,
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