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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: retribution. Then shall the pallid constable flee side by
side with the detected thief. Blaze!' he cried, 'blaze,
derided city! Fall, flatulent monarchy, fall like Dagon!'
With these words his foot slipped upon the lead; and but for
Somerset's quickness, he had been instantly precipitated into
space. Pale as a sheet, and limp as a pocket-handkerchief,
he was dragged from the edge of downfall by one arm; helped,
or rather carried, down the ladder; and deposited in safety
on the attic landing. Here he began to come to himself,
wiped his brow, and at length, seizing Somerset's hand in
both of his, began to utter his acknowledgments.
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