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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson: the horror of that screaming; but they had scarce set foot upon
the beach when Hoseason woke up, as if out of a muse, and bade
them lay hands upon Alan. They hung back indeed, having little
taste for the employment; but Hoseason was like a fiend, crying
that Alan was alone, that he had a great sum about him, that he
had been the means of losing the brig and drowning all their
comrades, and that here was both revenge and wealth upon a single
cast. It was seven against one; in that part of the shore there
was no rock that Alan could set his back to; and the sailors
began to spread out and come behind him.
"And then," said Alan, "the little man with the red head -- I
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