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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Silverado Squatters by Robert Louis Stevenson: land; it is the traveller only that is foreign, and now and
again, by a flash of recollection, lights up the contrasts of
the earth.
But while I was thus wandering in my fancy, great feats had
been transacted in the bar. Corwin the bold had fallen,
Kelmar was again crowned with laurels, and the last of the
ship's kettles had changed hands. If I had ever doubted the
purity of Kelmar's motives, if I had ever suspected him of a
single eye to business in his eternal dallyings, now at
least, when the last kettle was disposed of, my suspicions
must have been allayed. I dare not guess how much more time
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