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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne: run,' the voice suggested, with meditative gusto. 'Give it us
again.'
Harker glanced, from the depths of his humiliation, at the
speaker. He beheld a powerful, sun-brown, clean-shaven fellow,
about forty years of age, striding beside the cart with a
non-commissioned military bearing, and (as he strode) spinning in
the air a cane. The fellow's clothes were very bad, but he looked
clean and self-reliant.
'I'm only a beginner,' gasped the blushing Harker, 'I didn't
think anybody could hear me.'
'Well, I like that!' returned the other. 'You're a pretty old
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