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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne: injustice that has pursued me ever since I was an orphan in a
commercial academy. I know what any other man would do; any other
man in Christendom would forge; although I don't know why I call
it forging, either, when Joseph's dead, and the funds are my own.
When I think of that, when I think that my uncle is really as
dead as mutton, and that I can't prove it, my gorge rises at the
injustice of the whole affair. I used to feel bitterly about that
seven thousand eight hundred pounds; it seems a trifle now! Dear
me, why, the day before yesterday I was comparatively happy.'
And Morris stood on the sidewalk and heaved another sobbing sigh.
'Then there's another thing,' he resumed; 'can I? Am I able? Why
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