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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: sufferers, truly; but there shall be a remnant,--ah, a remnant like
the shaking of the olive tree and the gleaning grapes when the
vintage is done.--Ah! Gold? Yes, I trust Our Lady's mercies are
not shut up, nor her arms shortened.--Look, senors!"--and he
pointed majestically out of the window. "It looks gold! it smells
of gold, as I may say, by a poetical license. Yea, the very waves,
as they ripple past us, sing of gold, gold, gold!"
"It is a great privilege," said the intendant, "to have comfort so
gracefully administered at once by a churchman and a scholar."
"A poet, too," said Don Pedro. "You have no notion what sweet
sonnets--"
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