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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: lap; the whip lay behind him in the interior of the cart; the
horse proceeded without guidance or encouragement; the carrier
(or the carrier's man), rapt into a higher sphere than that of
his daily occupations, his looks dwelling on the skies, devoted
himself wholly to a brand-new D penny whistle, whence he
diffidently endeavoured to elicit that pleasing melody 'The
Ploughboy'. To any observant person who should have chanced to
saunter in that lane, the hour would have been thrilling. 'Here
at last,' he would have said, 'is the beginner.'
The tow-headed youth (whose name was Harker) had just encored
himself for the nineteenth time, when he was struck into the
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