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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: summon up the past by the sound of it, and to gaze across on her, and
to be a little distant - "My little friend, now you are mine
altogether; mine for good, my little friend and that man's no longer at
all."
There came a sudden whiteness in her face, she plucked her hands from
mine.
"Davie, take me away from him!" she cried. "There's something wrong;
he's not true. There will be something wrong; I have a dreadful terror
here at my heart. What will he be wanting at all events with that
King's ship? What will this word be saying?" And she held the letter
forth. "My mind misgives me, it will be some ill to Alan. Open it,
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