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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: this neighbourhood; and in the early morning, under some chestnuts
by the river, I found a party of men working with a cider-press. I
could not at first make out what they were after, and asked one
fellow to explain.
'Making cider,' he said. 'OUI, C'EST COMME CA. COMME DANS LE
NORD!'
There was a ring of sarcasm in his voice: the country was going to
the devil.
It was not until I was fairly seated by the driver, and rattling
through a rocky valley with dwarf olives, that I became aware of my
bereavement. I had lost Modestine. Up to that moment I had
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