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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson: which I was decoying him to die; but my vow to my dead
father, my duty to my innocent youth, prevailed upon these
scruples; and though my face was pale and must have reflected
the horror that oppressed my spirits, it was with a firm step
that I returned to the borders of the swamp, and with smiling
lips that I bade him rise and follow me.
The path on which we now entered was cut, like a tunnel,
through the living jungle. On either hand and overhead, the
mass of foliage was continuously joined; the day sparingly
filtered through the depth of super-impending wood; and the
air was hot like steam, and heady with vegetable odours, and
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