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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Catriona by Robert Louis Stevenson: knocking on my door, ran to open it, and had almost swooned with the
contrariety of my feelings, mostly painful; for on the threshold, in a
rough wraprascal and an extraordinary big laced hat, there stood James
More.
I ought to have been glad perhaps without admixture, for there was a
sense in which the man came like an answer to prayer. I had been
saying till my head was weary that Catriona and I must separate, and
looking till my head ached for any possible means of separation. Here
were the means come to me upon two legs, and joy was the hindmost of my
thoughts. It is to be considered, however, that even if the weight of
the future were lifted off me by the man's arrival, the present heaved
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