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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Return of the Native by Thomas Hardy: a few steps, but I could see nothing of her any more.
That was where I had been when you came up; and when I saw you
I thought you were the same one."
"Perhaps it was one of the heathfolk going home?"
"No, it couldn't be. 'Tis too late. The noise of her
gown over the he'th was of a whistling sort that nothing
but silk will make."
"It wasn't I, then. My dress is not silk, you see....Are
we anywhere in a line between Mistover and the inn?"
"Well, yes; not far out."
"Ah, I wonder if it was she! Diggory, I must go at once!"
Return of the Native | 
