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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: of respectability in dress; but there might have been a wife at home,
who had brushed out similar stains after fifty New Years, now become
old, or a round-armed daughter, who would wish to have him neat, were
it only out of self-respect and for the ploughman sweetheart when he
looks round at night. Plainly, there was nothing of this in his
life, and years and loneliness hung heavily on his old arms. He was
seventy-six, he told me; and nobody would give a day's work to a man
that age: they would think he couldn't do it. 'And, 'deed,' he went
on, with a sad little chuckle, ''deed, I doubt if I could.' He said
goodbye to me at a footpath, and crippled wearily off to his work.
It will make your heart ache if you think of his old fingers groping
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