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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Poems by Bronte Sisters: Gilbert, at length, uplifts his head,
Bent for some moments low,
And there is neither grief nor dread
Upon his subtle brow.
For well can he his feelings task,
And well his looks command;
His features well his heart can mask,
With smiles and smoothness bland.
Gilbert has reasoned with his mind--
He says 'twas all a dream;
He strives his inward sight to blind
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