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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Silverado Squatters by Robert Louis Stevenson: injustice for poor Chuchu to die in his teens, after a life
so shadowed and troubled, continually shaken with alarm, and
the tear of elegant sentiment permanently in his eye.
There was another neighbour of ours at Silverado, small but
very active, a destructive fellow. This was a black, ugly
fly - a bore, the Hansons called him - who lived by hundreds
in the boarding of our house. He entered by a round hole,
more neatly pierced than a man could do it with a gimlet, and
he seems to have spent his life in cutting out the interior
of the plank, but whether as a dwelling or a store-house, I
could never find. When I used to lie in bed in the morning
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