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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Travels with a Donkey in the Cevenne by Robert Louis Stevenson: giving it up, and leading her down again to follow the road. But I
took the thing as a wager, and fought it through. I was surprised,
as I went on my way again, by what appeared to be chill rain-drops
falling on my hand, and more than once looked up in wonder at the
cloudless sky. But it was only sweat which came dropping from my
brow.
Over the summit of the Goulet there was no marked road - only
upright stones posted from space to space to guide the drovers.
The turf underfoot was springy and well scented. I had no company
but a lark or two, and met but one bullock-cart between Lestampes
and Bleymard. In front of me I saw a shallow valley, and beyond
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