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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: life is so full of crooks, old lady, that who knows? I have said
good-bye to people for greater distances and times, and, please God,
I mean to see them yet again.
One thing was notable about these women, from the youngest to the
oldest, and with hardly an exception. In spite of their piety, they
could twang off an oath with Sir Toby Belch in person. There was
nothing so high or so low, in heaven or earth or in the human body,
but a woman of this neighbourhood would whip out the name of it, fair
and square, by way of conversational adornment. My landlady, who was
pretty and young, dressed like a lady and avoided PATOIS like a
weakness, commonly addressed her child in the language of a drunken
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