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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from A Sentimental Journey by Laurence Sterne: line, as if uncertain whether he should break in upon us or no. -
He stopp'd, however, as soon as he came up to us, with a world of
frankness: and having a horn snuff box in his hand, he presented it
open to me. - You shall taste mine - said I, pulling out my box
(which was a small tortoise one) and putting it into his hand. -
'Tis most excellent, said the monk. Then do me the favour, I
replied, to accept of the box and all, and when you take a pinch
out of it, sometimes recollect it was the peace offering of a man
who once used you unkindly, but not from his heart.
The poor monk blush'd as red as scarlet. MON DIEU! said he,
pressing his hands together - you never used me unkindly. - I
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