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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson: a dream. It was otherwise indeed; for when I looked abroad,
I perceived I had escaped destruction by a hand's-breadth.
Right through the forest, which here covered hill and dale,
the storm had ploughed a lane of ruin. On either hand, the
trees waved uninjured in the air of the morning; but in the
forthright course of its advance, the hurricane had left no
trophy standing. Everything, in that line, tree, man, or
animal, the desecrated chapel and the votaries of Hoodoo, had
been subverted and destroyed in that brief spasm of anger of
the powers of air. Everything, but a yard or two beyond the
line of its passage, humble flower, lofty tree, and the poor
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