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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Memoir of Fleeming Jenkin by Robert Louis Stevenson: the dear child are. If he is but better, courage, my girl, for I
see light.'
This cottage at Claygate stood just without the village, well
surrounded with trees and commanding a pleasant view. A piece of
the garden was turfed over to form a croquet green, and Fleeming
became (I need scarce say) a very ardent player. He grew ardent,
too, in gardening. This he took up at first to please his wife,
having no natural inclination; but he had no sooner set his hand to
it, than, like everything else he touched, it became with him a
passion. He budded roses, he potted cuttings in the coach-house;
if there came a change of weather at night, he would rise out of
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