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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: many bodies might lie concealed, and they beat it like pointers
after game. Suddenly Morris, who was leading, paused and reached
forth his index with a tragic gesture. John followed the
direction of his brother's hand.
In the bottom of a sandy hole lay something that had once been
human. The face had suffered severely, and it was unrecognizable;
but that was not required. The snowy hair, the coat of marten,
the ventilating cloth, the hygienic flannel--everything down to
the health boots from Messrs Dail and Crumbie's, identified the
body as that of Uncle Joseph. Only the forage cap must have been
lost in the convulsion, for the dead man was bareheaded.
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