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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Master of Ballantrae by Robert Louis Stevenson: the flight and while others were casting away their very food and
weapons, Secundra continued to stagger forward with a mattock on
his shoulder, and partly because, in the last days and with a great
degree of heat and fluency, he perpetually spoke with himself in
his own language. But he was sane enough when it came to English.
"You think he will be gone quite away?" he asked, upon their blest
awakening in safety.
"I pray God so, I believe so, I dare to believe so," Mountain had
replied almost with incoherence, as he described the scene to me.
And indeed he was so much distempered that until he met us, the
next morning, he could scarce be certain whether he had dreamed, or
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