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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The War in the Air by H. G. Wells: possession. Bert was put in with Kurt because there was nowhere
else for him to lay his bandaged head in that close-packed
vessel. He was to mess, he was told, with the men.
Kurt came and stood with his legs wide apart and surveyed, him
for a moment as he sat despondent in his new quarters.
"What's your real name, then?" said Kurt, who was only
imperfectly informed of the new state of affairs.
"Smallways."
"I thought you were a bit of a fraud--even when I thought you
were Butteridge. You're jolly lucky the Prince took it calmly.
He's a pretty tidy blazer when he's roused. He wouldn't stick a
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