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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: momentarily forgetting his dignity, and bending forward with a little
snarl. "But what I mean is just this, my lad--when it takes a boy three-
quarters of an hour to fill a salt-pot, and when at three o'clock in the
morning he goes knocking about the doors of a loft, it's natural to suppose
there's mischief in it. It's certain there is mischief in it; and where
there's mischief in, it must be taken out," said Bonaparte, grinning into
the boy's face. Then, feeling that he had fallen from that high gravity
which was as spice to the pudding, and the flavour of the whole little
tragedy, he drew himself up. "Waldo," he said, "confess to me instantly,
and without reserve, that you ate the peaches."
The boy's face was white now. His eyes were on the ground, his hands
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