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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: the train!'
But there was no sentiment in the face of Morris as he gazed upon
the dead. Gnawing his nails, with introverted eyes, his brow
marked with the stamp of tragic indignation and tragic
intellectual effort, he stood there silent. Here was a last
injustice; he had been robbed while he was an orphan at school,
he had been lashed to a decadent leather business, he had been
saddled with Miss Hazeltine, his cousin had been defrauding him
of the tontine, and he had borne all this, we might almost say,
with dignity, and now they had gone and killed his uncle!
'Here!' he said suddenly, 'take his heels, we must get him into
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