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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Master and Man by Leo Tolstoy: round, in front and behind, was the same fluctuating whity
darkness, sometimes seeming to get a little lighter and
sometimes growing denser still.
'A pity I listened to Nikita,' he thought. 'We ought to have
driven on. We should have come out somewhere, if only back to
Grishkino and stayed the night at Taras's. As it is we must
sit here all night. But what was I thinking about? Yes, that
God gives to those who take trouble, but not to loafers,
lie-abeds, or fools. I must have a smoke!'
He sat down again, got out his cigarette-case, and stretched
himself flat on his stomach, screening the matches with the
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