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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Vailima Letters by Robert Louis Stevenson: just about half fit to attend to. One of my horses died this
morning, and another is now dying on the front lawn - Lloyd's
horse and Fanny's. Such is my quarrel with destiny. But I
am mending famously, come and go on the balcony, have
perfectly good nights, and though I still cough, have no
oppression and no hemorrhage and no fever. So if I can find
time and courage to add no more, you will know my news is not
altogether of the worst; a year or two ago, and what a state
I should have been in now! Your silence, I own, rather
alarms me. But I tell myself you have just miscarried; had
you been too ill to write, some one would have written me.
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