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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Adventure by Jack London: know that little, monkey-looking nigger, Sheldon, on the Flibberty-
-the cook, I mean? Well, he was cabin-boy twenty years ago on the
Scottish Chiefs, and after she was cut off he was a slave there at
Poonga-Poonga. And Miss Lackland had discovered the fact. So he
was the guide. She gave him half a case of tobacco for that
night's work--"
"And scared him fit to die before she could get him to come along,"
Sparrowhawk observed.
"Well, I never saw anything so black as the mangroves. I stared at
them till my eyes were ready to burst. And then I'd look at the
stars, and listen to the surf sighing along the reef. And there
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