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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: a teetotum, and whiles we could hear it skelloch as it span. I hae
seen lassies, the daft queans, that would lowp and dance a winter's
nicht, and still be lowping and dancing when the winter's day cam in.
But there would be fowk there to hauld them company, and the lads to
egg them on; and this thing was its lee-lane. And there would be a
fiddler diddling his elbock in the chimney-side; and this thing had nae
music but the skirling of the solans. And the lassies were bits o'
young things wi' the reid life dinnling and stending in their members;
and this was a muckle, fat, creishy man, and him fa'n in the vale o'
years. Say what ye like, I maun say what I believe. It was joy was in
the creature's heart, the joy o' hell, I daursay: joy whatever. Mony
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