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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: gave up Fouzilhac with my curses. The rain had stopped, and the
wind, which still kept rising, began to dry my coat and trousers.
'Very well,' thought I, 'water or no water, I must camp.' But the
first thing was to return to Modestine. I am pretty sure I was
twenty minutes groping for my lady in the dark; and if it had not
been for the unkindly services of the bog, into which I once more
stumbled, I might have still been groping for her at the dawn. My
next business was to gain the shelter of a wood, for the wind was
cold as well as boisterous. How, in this well-wooded district, I
should have been so long in finding one, is another of the
insoluble mysteries of this day's adventures; but I will take my
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