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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Catriona by Robert Louis Stevenson: between her cousin and a beardless boy that was something of a laird in
Lothian.
"Saxpence had better take his broth with us, Catrine," says she. "Run
and tell the lasses."
And for the little while we were alone was at a good deal of pains to
flatter me; always cleverly, always with the appearance of a banter,
still calling me Saxpence, but with such a turn that should rather
uplift me in my own opinion. When Catriona returned, the design became
if possible more obvious; and she showed off the girl's advantages like
a horse-couper with a horse. My face flamed that she should think me
so obtuse. Now I would fancy the girl was being innocently made a show
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