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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: the better feelings of the most exquisite purist. A cherry-red half
window-blind kept up an imaginary warmth in the cold room, and threw
quite a glow on the floor. Twelve cockle-shells and a half-penny
china figure were ranged solemnly along the mantel-shelf. Even the
spittoon was an original note, and instead of sawdust contained sea-
shells. And as for the hearthrug, it would merit an article to
itself, and a coloured diagram to help the text. It was patchwork,
but the patchwork of the poor; no glowing shreds of old brocade and
Chinese silk, shaken together in the kaleidoscope of some tasteful
housewife's fancy; but a work of art in its own way, and plainly a
labour of love. The patches came exclusively from people's raiment.
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