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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Catriona by Robert Louis Stevenson: grand time here of it, whatever! - and the Lord forgie us!
Weel, at the hinder end, we saw the wee flag yirk up to the mast-heid
upon the harbour rocks. That was a' Sandie waited for. He up wi' the
gun, took a deleeberate aim, an' pu'd the trigger. There cam' a bang
and then ae waefu' skirl frae the Bass. And there were we rubbin' our
een and lookin' at ither like daft folk. For wi' the bang and the
skirl the thing had clean disappeared. The sun glintit, the wund blew,
and there was the bare yaird whaur the Wonder had been lowping and
flinging but ae second syne.
The hale way hame I roared and grat wi' the terror o' that
dispensation. The grawn folk were nane sae muckle better; there was
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