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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson: under the sod,' he said, and looked down at her with a face
so aged and weary that she had nearly wept.
'I lay awake all night,' he continued; 'I do so mostly, and a
long walk kills me. Eh, deary me, to think that life should
run to such a puddle! And I remember long syne when I was
strong, and the blood all hot and good about me, and I loved
to run, too - deary me, to run! Well, that's all by. You'd
better pray to be took early, Nance, and not live on till you
get to be like me, and are robbed in your grey old age, your
cold, shivering, dark old age, that's like a winter's
morning'; and he bitterly shuddered, spreading his hands
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