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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Memoir of Fleeming Jenkin by Robert Louis Stevenson: spicy vegetation of which I hardly knew one plant. The dwarf palm
with fan-like leaves, growing about two feet high, formed the
staple of the verdure. As we brushed through them, the gummy
leaves of a cistus stuck to the clothes; and with its small white
flower and yellow heart, stood for our English dog-rose. In place
of heather, we had myrtle and lentisque with leaves somewhat
similar. That large bulb with long flat leaves? Do not touch it
if your hands are cut; the Arabs use it as blisters for their
horses. Is that the same sort? No, take that one up; it is the
bulb of a dwarf palm, each layer of the onion peels off, brown and
netted, like the outside of a cocoa-nut. It is a clever plant
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