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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson: of the inn. The rain soaked in places through the roof and
fell in minute drops; there was but one small window; the
beds were occupied by servants, the air of the garret was
both close and chilly. Mr. Archer's heart sank at the
threshold to see a man lying perhaps mortally hurt in so poor
a sick-room, and as he drew near the low bed he took his hat
off. The guard was a big, blowsy, innocent-looking soul with
a thick lip and a broad nose, comically turned up; his cheeks
were crimson, and when Mr. Archer laid a finger on his brow
he found him burning with fever.
'I fear you suffer much,' he said, with a catch in his voice,
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