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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Catriona by Robert Louis Stevenson: days, and often very glad that I had no one to question me of what I
read. Methought she bit her lip at me a little, and that cut me.
Indeed it left her wholly solitary, the more as she was very little of
a reader, and had never a book. But what was I to do?
So the rest of the evening flowed by almost without speech.
I could have beat myself. I could not lie in my bed that night for
rage and repentance, but walked to and fro on my bare feet till I was
nearly perished, for the chimney was gone out and the frost keen. The
thought of her in the next room, the thought that she might even hear
me as I walked, the remembrance of my churlishness and that I must
continue to practise the same ungrateful course or be dishonoured, put
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