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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson: unhappy, unfriended creature staggering, and dancing, and talking
he knew not what. Some of the men laughed, but not all; others
would grow as black as thunder (thinking, perhaps, of their own
childhood or their own children) and bid him stop that nonsense,
and think what he was doing. As for me, I felt ashamed to look
at him, and the poor child still comes about me in my dreams.
All this time, you should know, the Covenant was meeting
continual head-winds and tumbling up and down against head-seas,
so that the scuttle was almost constantly shut, and the
forecastle lighted only by a swinging lantern on a beam. There
was constant labour for all hands; the sails had to be made and
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