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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: wakefulness, drearily mumbled to each other all night long. It will
be observed that this was almost exactly the disposition of the room
in M'Naughten's story. Jones had the bed; I pitched my camp upon the
floor; he did not sleep until near morning, and I, for my part, never
closed an eye.
At sunrise I heard a cannon fired; and shortly afterwards the men in
the next room gave over snoring for good, and began to rustle over
their toilettes. The sound of their voices as they talked was low
and like that of people watching by the sick. Jones, who had at last
begun to doze, tumbled and murmured, and every now and then opened
unconscious eyes upon me where I lay. I found myself growing eerier
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