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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: old gentleman thought something of the sort, for he looked
melancholy enough as he pulled his bare, grey head back into the
carriage, and the train smoked under the bridge, and forth, with
ever quickening speed, across the mingled heaths and woods of the
New Forest.
Not many hundred yards beyond Browndean, however, a sudden
jarring of brakes set everybody's teeth on edge, and there was a
brutal stoppage. Morris Finsbury was aware of a confused uproar
of voices, and sprang to the window. Women were screaming, men
were tumbling from the windows on the track, the guard was crying
to them to stay where they were; at the same time the train began
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