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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: With this conclusion firmly seated in his mind, Morris Finsbury
descended to the hall of the house in John Street, still
half-shaven. There was a letter in the box; he knew the
handwriting: John at last!
'Well, I think I might have been spared this,' he said bitterly,
and tore it open.
Dear Morris [it ran], what the dickens do you mean by it? I'm in
an awful hole down here; I have to go on tick, and the parties on
the spot don't cotton to the idea; they couldn't, because it is
so plain I'm in a stait of Destitution. I've got no bedclothes,
think of that, I must have coins, the hole thing's a Mockry, I
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