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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: Destiny.
Smitten with the desire to shine in Michael's eyes and show
himself a person of original humour and resources, the young
gentleman (who was a magistrate, more by token, in his native
county) was no sooner alone in the van than he fell upon the
labels with all the zeal of a reformer; and, when he rejoined the
lawyer at Bishopstoke, his face was flushed with his exertions,
and his cigar, which he had suffered to go out was almost bitten
in two.
'By George, but this has been a lark!' he cried. 'I've sent the
wrong thing to everybody in England. These cousins of yours have
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