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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: Whateleys' doin's' - from the summit of Sentinel Hill. Wilbur
was growing up uncannily, so that he looked like a boy of ten
as he entered his fourth year. He read avidly by himself now;
but talked much less than formerly. A settled taciturnity was
absorbing him, and for the first time people began to speak specifically
of the dawning look of evil in his goatish face. He would sometimes
mutter an unfamiliar jargon, and chant in bizarre rhythms which
chilled the listener with a sense of unexplainable terror. The
aversion displayed towards him by dogs had now become a matter
of wide remark, and he was obliged to carry a pistol in order
to traverse the countryside in safety. His occasional use of the
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