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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tom Sawyer, Detective by Mark Twain: a many a time before: I ain't fitten to black your boots.
But that's all right--that's neither here nor there.
God Almighty made us all, and some He gives eyes
that's blind, and some He gives eyes that can see, and I
reckon it ain't none of our lookout what He done it for;
it's all right, or He'd 'a' fixed it some other way.
Go on--I see plenty plain enough, now, that them thieves
didn't get way with the di'monds. Why didn't they,
do you reckon?"
"Because they got chased away by them other two men
before they could pull the boots off of the corpse."
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