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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: of the CRITIC as the work of one R. L. Stephenson; and, I own, I
boiled. It is so easy to know the name of the man whose book you
have stolen; for there it is, at full length, on the title-page of
your booty. But no, damn him, not he! He calls me Stephenson.
These woes I only refer to by the way, as they set a higher value
on the CENTURY notice.
I am now a person with an established ill-health - a wife - a dog
possessed with an evil, a Gadarene spirit - a chalet on a hill,
looking out over the Mediterranean - a certain reputation - and
very obscure finances. Otherwise, very much the same, I guess; and
were a bottle of Fleury a thing to be obtained, capable of
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