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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: like Alan and me, or the brig might have gone ashore and nobody
the wiser. It was a mercy the night had fallen so still, for the
wind had gone down as soon as the rain began. Even as it was, I
judged by the wailing of a great number of gulls that went crying
and fishing round the ship, that she must have drifted pretty
near the coast or one of the islands of the Hebrides; and at
last, looking out of the door of the round-house, I saw the great
stone hills of Skye on the right hand, and, a little more astern,
the strange isle of Rum.
CHAPTER XI
THE CAPTAIN KNUCKLES UNDER
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