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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson: and the broken utterance of her last words, his heart at once
exulted and misgave him. Love had indeed looked upon him
with a tragic mask; and yet what mattered, since at least it
was love - since at least she was commoved at their division?
He got to bed with these parti-coloured thoughts; passed from
one dream to another all night long, the white face of Teresa
still haunting him, wrung with unspoken thoughts; and in the
grey of the dawn, leaped suddenly out of bed, in a kind of
horror. It was already time for him to rise. He dressed,
made his breakfast on cold food that had been laid for him
the night before; and went down to the room of his idol for
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