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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle: prance. Myles was not sorry for the interruption; he felt awkward
and abashed at the parting, and at the old man's reminiscences,
knowing that Gascoyne's eyes were resting amusedly upon the
scene, and that the men-at-arms were looking on. Certainly old
Diccon did look droll as he struggled vainly with his vicious
high-necked nag. "Nay, a murrain on thee! an' thou wilt go, go!"
cried he at last, with a savage dig of his heels into the
animal's ribs, and away they clattered, the led-horse kicking up
its heels as a final parting, setting Gascoyne fairly alaughing.
At the bend of the road the old man turned and nodded his head;
the next moment he had disappeared around the angle of the wall,
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