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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: plebiscitum, ransacked the little dwelling, partly in indignation,
and partly, if the truth be told, in the hope of plunder; but
plunder there was none. Lucy had decamped with all her movable
wealth, saving the huge black cat among the embers, who at the
sight of the bloodhound vanished up the chimney (some said with a
strong smell of brimstone), and being viewed outside, was chased
into the woods, where she lived, I doubt not, many happy years, a
scourge to all the rabbits of the glen.
The goats and donkeys were driven off up to Stow; and the mob
returned, a little ashamed of themselves when their brief wrath was
past; and a little afraid, too, of what Sir Richard might say.
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