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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Secret Places of the Heart by H. G. Wells: reproving tone of one who never allows a novel idea inside
HIS doors if he can prevent it.
"Well," said the young lady, "I guess there was some sort of
show here anyhow. And no human being ever had a show yet
without trying to shut people out of it in order to make them
come in. I guess this was covered in all right. A dark
hunched old place in a wood. Beech stems, smooth, like
pillars. And they came to it at night, in procession, beating
drums, and scared half out of their wits. They came in THERE
and went round the inner circle with their torches. And so
they were shown. The torches were put out and the priests did
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