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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Black Dwarf by Walter Scott: a territory which, since the days of Adam, had borne nothing but
ling and whortle-berries.
"Our religion is cut up, root and branch," said the pimple-nosed
pastor of the Episcopal meeting-house at Kirkwhistle.
"We shall shortly neither dare shoot a deer nor kiss a wench,
without a certificate from the presbytery and kirk-treasurer,"
said Mareschal-Wells.
"Or make a brandy jeroboam in a frosty morning, without license
from a commissioner of excise," said the smuggler.
"Or ride over the fell in a moonless night," said Westburnflat,
"without asking leave of young Earnscliff; or some Englified
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