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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: valley of the shadow of the gallows. He imagined a vain
thing; and while he drained his cock-tail, Holbein's death
was at his elbow. Once, too, I fell in talk with another of
these flitting strangers - like the rest, in his shirt-
sleeves and all begrimed with dust - and the next minute we
were discussing Paris and London, theatres and wines. To
him, journeying from one human place to another, this was a
trifle; but to me! No, Mr. Lillie, I have not forgotten it.
And presently the city-tide was at its flood and began to
ebb. Life runs in Piccadilly Circus, say, from nine to one,
and then, there also, ebbs into the small hours of the
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