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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Wrecker by Stevenson & Osbourne: lingered for some time in my memory. I was no prophet, as I
say; but I was something else: I was an observer; and one
thing I knew, I knew when a man was terrified. Captain Trent,
of the British brig Flying Scud, had been glib; he had been
ready; he had been loud; but in his blue eyes I could detect the
chill, and in the lines of his countenance spy the agitation of
perpetual terror. Was he trembling for his certificate? In my
judgment, it was some livelier kind of fear that thrilled in the
man's marrow as he turned to drink. Was it the result of recent
shock, and had he not yet recovered the disaster to his brig? I
remembered how a friend of mine had been in a railway
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