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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The King of the Golden River by John Ruskin: gold, from precipice to precipice, with the double arch of a broad
purple rainbow stretched across it, flushing and fading alternately
in the wreaths of spray.
"Ah!" said Gluck aloud, after he had looked at it for a
little while, "if that river were really all gold, what a nice
thing it would be."
"No, it wouldn't, Gluck," said a clear, metallic voice close
at his ear.
"Bless me, what's that?" exclaimed Gluck, jumping up. There
was nobody there. He looked round the room and under the table and
a great many times behind him, but there was certainly nobody there,
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