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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: were exposed before me like a map, and I could see all that bustle of
autumn field-work which had been hid from me yesterday behind the
hedgerows, or shown to me only for a moment as I followed the
footpath. Wendover lay well down in the midst, with mountains of
foliage about it. The great plain stretched away to the northward,
variegated near at hand with the quaint pattern of the fields, but
growing ever more and more indistinct, until it became a mere hurly-
burly of trees and bright crescents of river, and snatches of
slanting road, and finally melted into the ambiguous cloud-land over
the horizon. The sky was an opal-grey, touched here and there with
blue, and with certain faint russets that looked as if they were
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