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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: were on ladders, digging in the thatch of the house or the farm
buildings, from which they brought out guns, swords, and
different weapons of war; others carried them away; and by the
sound of mattock blows from somewhere farther down the brae, I
suppose they buried them. Though they were all so busy, there
prevailed no kind of order in their efforts; men struggled
together for the same gun and ran into each other with their
burning torches; and James was continually turning about from his
talk with Alan, to cry out orders which were apparently never
understood. The faces in the torchlight were like those of
people overborne with hurry and panic; and though none spoke
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