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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson: the fog, and she had parted in the midst and gone to the bottom
with all her crew but one. This man (as I heard afterwards) had
been sitting in the stern as a passenger, while the rest were on
the benches rowing. At the moment of the blow, the stern had
been thrown into the air, and the man (having his hands free, and
for all he was encumbered with a frieze overcoat that came below
his knees) had leaped up and caught hold of the brig's bowsprit.
It showed he had luck and much agility and unusual strength, that
he should have thus saved himself from such a pass. And yet,
when the captain brought him into the round-house, and I set eyes
on him for the first time, he looked as cool as I did.
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