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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne: line. These and many similar associations would have doubtless
crowded on the mind of Joseph Finsbury; but his spirit had at
that time flitted from the railway compartment to a heaven of
populous lecture-halls and endless oratory. His body, in the
meanwhile, lay doubled on the cushions, the forage-cap rakishly
tilted back after the fashion of those that lie in wait for
nursery-maids, the poor old face quiescent, one arm clutching to
his heart Lloyd's Weekly Newspaper.
To him, thus unconscious, enter and exeunt again a pair of
voyagers. These two had saved the train and no more. A tandem
urged to its last speed, an act of something closely bordering on
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