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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: scabbard, and stood awaiting me with a face of some anger, and his
hands clasped under his skirt.
"Pe tamned if I touch you!" he cried, and asked me bitterly what right
I had to stand up before "shentlemans" when I did not know the back of
a sword from the front of it.
I answered that was the fault of my upbringing; and would he do me the
justice to say I had given him all the satisfaction it was
unfortunately in my power to offer, and had stood up like a man?
"And that is the truth," said he. "I am fery prave myself, and pold as
a lions. But to stand up there - and you ken naething of fence! - the
way that you did, I declare it was peyond me. And I am sorry for the
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