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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Bride of Lammermoor by Walter Scott: feet foremost. I was at the winding of the corpse; and when the
bluid was washed off, he was a bonny bouk of man's body."
It may be easily believed that this ill-timed anecdote hastened
the Master's purpose of quitting a company so evil-omened and so
odious. Yet, while walking to the tree to which his horse was
tied, and busying himself with adjusting the girhts of the
saddle, he could not avoid hearing, through the hedge of the
little garden, a conversation respecting himself, betwixt the
lame woman and the octagenarian sibyl. The pair had hobbled into
the garden to gather rosemary, southernwood, rue, and other
plants proper to be strewed upon the body, and burned by way of
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