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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Twilight Land by Howard Pyle: all." And then he threw it into the fire.
Puff! Bang! Away flew the embers upon every side, and back
tumbled the soldier, and there in the middle of the flame stood
just such a grim, black being as he had one time shot at with the
silver button.
As for the poor soldier, he just lay flat on his back and stared
with eyes like saucers, for he thought that his end had come for
sure.
"What are my lord's commands?" said the being, in a voice that
shook the marrow of the soldier's bones.
"Who are you?" said the soldier.
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