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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: The girl still lay reclined against the rock; she lay too far
sunk in the first stage of death to have observed the bustle
round her couch; but when my father had raised her head, put
the flask to her lips, and forced or aided her to swallow
some drops of the restorative, she opened her languid eyes
and smiled upon him faintly. Never was there a smile of a
more touching sweetness; never were eyes more deeply violet,
more honestly eloquent of the soul! I speak with knowledge,
for these were the same eyes that smiled upon me in the
cradle. From her who was to be his wife, my father, still
jealously watched and followed by the man with the grey
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